From "Metronome"

They stood like that for several thundering ticks of the grandfather clock in the entrance hall; Jin’s fingers on this soft part, willing him back. And then Jake pulled away from him, and Jin knew what Jake must be thinking, and it was with a retch of pure revulsion that he listened to Jake ascend the staircase to the second story; a place that was off limits to a clumsy piano teacher who should have used his words instead of his hands. If he had been Jake’s father, or his brother, or yes, he could admit it, if he had been his lover, he could have crossed the threshold that separates a misunderstanding from a making up. As it was, he was not even a friend of the familys, and his own desires and disappointments held no weight. Jake had a mind-boggling but still nascent gift, and it didn’t matter, because no one in Jake’s family was going to push him to want something that he didn’t. There would be no more apple juice. There would be no more iced coffee. Suddenly exhausted, Jin reached down for his tote bag full of music, and let himself out in to the perfect light of summer’s end.