[though Makoto pulls his hand away, Rin doesn't retreat from Makoto's space just yet, still caught up in the moment, still caught up in the heart-longing of Makoto's music. he squares his hands on his hips, like he usually does when he's excited beside the pool]

It's definitely something special. Aren't you self-taught, too? That's even more incredible... you must be a natural.

[Rin's never been a natural at much, except himself, and some bad years have set him back at that too. it's admirable, to see one of those people show off their skills]

Is that the only song you've written? Are there more?