Lee, sitting at the edge of the sofa, one leg at Adam’s back, regarded him in silence.
“What?”
“You’re a massively good person, aren’t you.” Lee sighed, laughed, shook his head, finished off half his beer. “Too f*****g good for—never mind. I’m being stupid, ignore me, I’m gonna go get completely drunk and not think about anything and pass out in the hotel room after we get back.”
“Oh. Um. Want company?”
“You don’t need to take care of—”
The knock rattled off the door. Invaded their space. The room. The moment, whatever it’d been. Rye, idly playing power chords on an imaginary guitar, yelled, “Come in!” Ian and Zak were trying to balance empty beer cans in a vertically-challenged tower, tipsy on the high of alcohol and the adrenaline of a good show, restless and ready to get out and ex
