"I could be wrong, but I think that's a pretty normal reaction. It's why we call them the Brats." Ollie straightened to load ice from the champagne bucket into a baggie. Neither of them were celebrating tonight anyway, he thought. And tomorrow wasn't looking good for more Magic Kingdom.

His lips twisted a little. Maybe medicine would make it easier. Maybe dancing around this was part of the problem. Maybe he didn't know what the fuck he was even thinking about here, which was probably accurate, he thought as he sat down again.

"So let's look at it another way," he said. "Let's say I come back from my next tour fucked up. Seriously fucked up. Do you want me to keep it to myself except when I can't help but wake you up at night?"