"Shit, sorry, that sucks," Felix replied, offering a sympathetic wince. It wasn't even entirely faked. Just the idea of hurting himself to the point where he couldn't work anymore, particularlu with something so physical, hit a little nerve in him. He leaned forward for a piece of shrimp, dunking it in the cocktail sauce and taking a bite before continuing. "Were you touring with anyone in particular? Or was it more or a go where the work is deal?“