Christine had wanted to come out to hear the music, and she thought it would be good for Stephen, too, even if he never admitted it. Now that she knew what was going on (or at least, as much as she could understand), it worried her how much Stephen had taken on by himself and how much responsibility was weighing on him. She knew that he wasn't going to forget about what was going on, but he could be put into an environment where he could not be constantly immersed in it, surrounded with all the tools to have a good time, with music he liked, so maybe he might be able to let go for a little while and quite possibly enjoy himself. Maybe. Every instinct in her was screaming that things were going to get worse before they got better, so they needed to take nights like this when they popped up and could be taken advantage of, not ignore them.
When he dryly quipped back a thank you to someone who made a comment about his cape, Christine suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. "It is cool," she said, and waved to the garment. "Probably more likely to dance with me than you," she said. "Since you're practically glued to the wall."