“No, because I can’t stop the thoughts. I can only decide not to act on them. I’m civilized like that.”
Venkat squeezed his hand. “So if I find a place to live here in the US, you’ll stay with me? I mean, if I can get the right visa? I know the album will keep you busy once it’s out, and then you’ll have to tour, and I guess I should find an agent before I go broke…”
“Yes. And you can come when we tour, if you have free time, and I’ll come when you tour. We could see the world while we make music.”
“Oooh.” Venkat gave a little hop. “I’ve always wanted to travel more. I mean, I’ve traveled a lot, but to actually see things. Maybe even meet people. Make friends.”
“Let’s do it,” John said around a lump in his throat. Why it felt so real now, when he’d been sliding down the slippery slope
