"Your music is different, though, isn't it? Country, you said, but they're more rock?" He shrugs. "I don't know if you can judge yourself against them if you're in a completely different genre. Unless, like, she's just better at guitar than you."

That wasn't something he could judge. He wasn't a musician.

He groans, placing an elbow on his knee and letting his chin fall into his hand, slouching over to show just how Not into the whole situation he was. "Do I want to talk about it? Honestly, I feel like I talked enough as it is to Elliott and his mom over the weekend, but I can't seem to stop and I hate it."

He frowned. "But I do appreciate you wanting to help. That's... not why I sat down. But I also kind of knew it might come up."