Kirk's heart stopped when he pulled out a familiarly cased leather case. How... How did Bones even know? He flicked open the catches and stared down at the creamy, shining wood of the guitar, daring only to stroke over it with gentle fingertips before grinning widely.

He pulled the guitar out and set it into his lap, carefully tuning the guitar. He could feel the tension in the fingers of his left hand, along with the ache that was already starting to beat. He ignored it, for now, and within minutes, gave it a strum.

It filled the room with music he hadn't heard in a long time.