[There we go. Not that he expected anything less.]
The radio.
[Suddenly, a little illusion! A boxy 1950's style radio sits on Alec's desk, next to his books. It hisses static, then starts playing that blasted song. Dream a little dream, indeed.
Henry looks at it like it's a mild annoyance he's long accepted.]
It just happened to be playing my father's favorite song. And music that holds sentimental value to a person is... [Frowning.] Hard for me to circumvent. I can't reach that part of the brain, and it opens up a little escape route for someone to use if they can get to it.
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The radio.
[Suddenly, a little illusion! A boxy 1950's style radio sits on Alec's desk, next to his books. It hisses static, then starts playing that blasted song. Dream a little dream, indeed.
Henry looks at it like it's a mild annoyance he's long accepted.]
It just happened to be playing my father's favorite song. And music that holds sentimental value to a person is... [Frowning.] Hard for me to circumvent. I can't reach that part of the brain, and it opens up a little escape route for someone to use if they can get to it.
It's frustrating.