Me too. It was definitely the best bad thing I've ever done!

[This is said with another silly grin, and he finds himself running his fingers lightly up and down Jamie's arm, just to still be touching him. Holding hands would be difficult with Jamie playing and all, so this is a nice alternative.

He laughs at what he says, but then has to pause as it occurs to him that there's really nothing stopping Lesedi Santiago from firing him if she wanted. And then he'd be separated from the band, and from Jamie. It's actually a bit of a chilling thought, but he doesn't want to voice it. Instead he smiles. It's sincere, but wistful.]

Hey. Weren't we going to try and write a song or something?