[She looks up to see the nod, but then it's back down to the path ahead, since she's not sure where to take the conversation next. She really could talk about them all day, about how much he meant to her, about how he was just so different from anyone she'd ever met... But it was also kind of embarrassing. She stays silent for those moments, enjoying this time with "Johan," but she does remember something. She just compulsively feels the need to fill silences.]
Ah, how about I sing for you? You like it when I sing for you.
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Ah, how about I sing for you? You like it when I sing for you.