"Hey, stop that," he said, batting away Tommy's hand and smoothing the hair back down into the neatly ordered chaos it had been when he rolled out of bed that morning.
"No, I agree," he finally replied to Tommy. "Well, I have a couple of nights at Joe' Pub booked. Those are slowly taking shape. And you at least should definitely guest star." He'd been meaning to ask, but that sort of request worked much better in person than over text message or Facebook or something like that. Because then he could plead.