Herc likes music. It's something he can focus on that distracts him from the reality of his life, the reality of the world at large. It brings him back to a better time.

He's trying his best not to drop pieces of food on her, and when he notices that he's made a mess, he carefully picks up each little piece he can.

"Sorry, love," he says, pinching little crumbs between his fingers. "I'm kind of a slob, it seems."