[ Ellie shifts, setting herself up comfortably against her pillow as she sits silently and watches, listens. Her smile fades, if only out of pure comfort in the immediate impact of Joel's soulful, rough singing voice. She can't pretend she didn't at least imagine what his voice sounded like, and it's actually just as she had thought. It's surprisingly beautiful. ]
[ She doesn't recognize the song... Maybe it's something she'd missed during one of her many raids of tapes, or maybe it was something had had been written and recorded on a CD, which isn't exactly playable back home. ]
[ Ellie's eyes don't once leave Joel, and she absolutely commits this to memory immediately. ]
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[ She doesn't recognize the song... Maybe it's something she'd missed during one of her many raids of tapes, or maybe it was something had had been written and recorded on a CD, which isn't exactly playable back home. ]
[ Ellie's eyes don't once leave Joel, and she absolutely commits this to memory immediately. ]