Just seeing Maura's face light up with childlike delight was enough for Jane to agree to most things. Other times she made Maura work for it, but the result was usually the same. Case in point. It was the middle of the night and she was standing in front of a piano she hadn't even thought of playing for several years, contemplating doing just that, all because Maura had asked.

Jane is in turmoil after saying something she shouldn't have. A 100 word drabble of pure angst.