Re: Elevator
Things weren't fine. Nothing was fine. He was stuck wearing someone else's body, Tristan had forgotten him and hit him in the deepest of hurt places, and it was all he could do to keep himself level. But you would never know it looking at him. Everything could have gone swimmingly well, and when the lights came back on and the elevator jerked back into motion, he shut his eyes for a moment. Relief.
The doors opened, and he slipped past the workers before anyone could stop him. Away. He needed to be away, so that he could wait for this to pass, and go to his gig the next day, and then get down to his real work.