Good Company

The half hour wait didn’t seem all that bad considering he was comfortably at home, almost laying on top of poor Broadway. In fact, he was actually loathe to follow through with their–his–plan, and it was only because his driver actually started to knock well-known song rhythms onto their front door that he finally peeled himself away from the young actor’s embrace to actually go, though he did give his hand an affection squeeze before he broke contact all together.

He pulled a jacket off of a rack set near the entrance, slipped it over his rumpled button down, then set about returning the knocks from his side of the door. It was only halfway through We Will Rock You that he thought to look back at Broadway.

“… Er…”