Zouichi looked over his shoulder at her as the orchestra finished; he'd been so engrossed in playing that he hadn't even noticed her come in. The other musicians faded away until it was just him and the piano onstage. He gave her a slightly sheepish little wave. "What, do I look like I should be into rock or something?"

His hand went up to his forehead almost involuntarily, mirroring her own gesture.

"Oh. That. Technically, it wasn't necessary, I guess. But..." He hesitated a little. "Somehow it felt a little more final than just having a medic remove it. You know?"

He thought if anyone could understand the feeling of wanting to scrub away a memory, it might be Eva.