Simon nodded his head as Billy aired his thoughts, finding himself agreeing with everything that was said, even with as little experience he had concerning the topics at hand. "When you feel up to it," he said, eyes sweeping the ceiling as though looking for something up there. "I'd love to hear you play. I got to know music pretty well while I was traveling. Lets you ignore the assholes on the Greyhounds when you can't hear a lick of what they're saying." Simon grinned then, remembering the days on the road. He missed it, more than he'd probably ever say. Maybe it was the fact that he was searching, maybe it was the fact that everything changed every day on the road... but it was intoxicating. Settling felt strange. Stagnant. And even though he still had his mission, he couldn't help the slight stir-crazy feeling that pulled at him.