"No, it doesn't." They worked hard. They played well. They didn't kick up a fuss--well, Krieg did, but the rest... Greg's spent a lot of time wondering, and coming up blank. His popularity is through the roof, yet he can't even predict if that will keep him around if his band is gone.

Looking over at Tiger, curled up, he decides the last thing this kid needs is his worries piled on top of his own. Greg stands up, and goes over to sit next to him.