[There's something itching at the back of his skull, a gentle, familiar static crawling over his skin. He knows Michael is near but it doesn't cause him to falter in his playing. Once through there is a lengthy pause, cocking his head slightly as he feels for his Twin on the other side of the door. With a sigh he stands, setting the instrument aside. They may no longer share that strong a bond but he can still sense when his brother is creepering on him.

He opens the door and gives the other a somewhat weary look, though he's not unhappy to see him.]

You have a terrible hovering habit you know. The door was unlocked you could've let yourself in if you wanted to have a listen. You're always welcome here, brother.

[He'll turn from the door to walk back in to his room and have a seat, leaving the door open in invitation to the other to join him.]