[He nods, not fully understanding but eager to absorb this new media. All of his awkward embarrassment is gone, replaced by almost childlike wonder.
He selects 'Fever' and listens with rapt attention. He's used to songs sung by men as they work, the occasional tune plunked out on a piano. The sultry sound of Peggy Lee and the bass behind her is entirely new to his ears.
Harry looks at Tim with open enjoyment, completely at a loss as to what to say.]
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He selects 'Fever' and listens with rapt attention. He's used to songs sung by men as they work, the occasional tune plunked out on a piano. The sultry sound of Peggy Lee and the bass behind her is entirely new to his ears.
Harry looks at Tim with open enjoyment, completely at a loss as to what to say.]