At the question of who had taught him, Maxon zoned out. His father had been the one to teach him, and now... his father was gone. And Maxon never wanted to forget him, but for the time being, thinking about him was simply too hard. It'd been nearly a year but it still hurt just as much as it had the first day without him. That was why Maxon preoccupied himself. It was easier to live in the world of Batman than in his own world.

His eyes watered, but he blinked and looked back down at the guitar. "My..." he took a deep breath, "my dad. He taught me." He'd taught him everything he knew.

"Batman. Those are my favorite comics. I read other stuff from time to time, but it's usually Batman." Wow. He was usually much more enthusiastic about comics, but now he just felt sad.