He kept my hands pressed to the bed. Looking at him now, I felt guilty for ever thinking of him like that. The backstage area was soundproofed, but it was more than that today. I'd known sort of academically that he would, but seeing it in his face was different.
He was letting me think. I shook my head and almost laughed. I had a sense of movement around him. His black shirt said GUILTY PLEASURES SECURITY in red letters.
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