If he started tying it up, Galen would have to ban him from his presence. There are only so many things you're allowed to do when you look that fucking much like his boyfriend, and looking even more like a desert badass isn't one of them.

Anyway.

Galen smiles back, reaches back to pluck at the strings a little. "Yeah, if you still want me to. I figure you guys have this, you got the colour down, but I know music's important, too. And I'm more than happy to deliver." Seriously, he'll play for peanuts, at this point. "Whatever it is, it'll be cooler than any funeral I've ever played."