He could play it. The truth is, he hadn't been teaching himself the guitar section of the song; he already knew it. The dude's riffs are so fucking basic, Jeff could play it right now, like it's nothing. He'd throw his spin on it, make it special, make it shine, the way he used to, up on stage with all eyes and ears on him, Ally behind him on the drums...

God, they made something incredible together.

The thought's enough to make his fingers freeze before he'd even come close to plucking a string. No, if he were to play a song for the other man, it'd be something without so much of the stain of his own experiences on it. A simple, straightforward cover of a song by an artist who's never even entered his orbit before.

Which is all fucking moot, because of one key, totally crucial detail.

"Find me an amp and I'll play something." Not that song, but something, sure. "But, ah... As it is?" He leans over to pluck one of the strings. There's sound, but it's definitely muted, doesn't have the same resonance a proper acoustic instrument would. "You won't really get the full effect."

He's being evasive, but, like, at least he's friendly about it.