Clyde couldn't have been more relieved than now seeing Ryley was able to sing to his heart's content. He was planning to play basketball with him but the rain just didn't give them a chance to do so.
He tried to ask verified sources about ways to deal with PTSD, thinking that he would want to help Ryley heal without needing to appear having the intention to do so. Some of them suggested that music and playing music could be a way to help with the stress and anxiety, hence the piano in front of him.
"Feels great?" Clyde asked after running his fingers through his dark strands and slicked it backwards.
Ryley let out the longest relieved sigh and pulled his lips into the brightest smile ever, stretching his hands to hug Clyde and sit on his laps. "I... I didn't know you could play piano. Your voice too..." He was so happy that he kissed the man without warning. "I love everything about you."