Eventually, the strains of guitar draws Aqua away from observing the others. While he's in no big rush to revisit the sitting room, after what he had to do here, music... well, it's always been one of his biggest comforts. Even in a genre wildly different from his fave, it calls to him.

So he sits, not actually on the furniture, but on the floor against the foot of a chair, arms wrapped around his knees in a surprisingly childish posture from such an adult young man. He rests his chin on his knees, too, and just listens.