Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
They'd stopped. Like it was just registering, like he'd just woken up. That's what happened when shutting off the world with music could be a defense mechanism. A way to stay a little sane. "We stopped." It wasn't a question. More, a statement. But he hadn't noticed, all the same. All right, but why. Nicky'd been drowning it all out with the music, and it had taken someone invading his personal space to realize. That was careless, really. Not that he was in any danger here. Maybe once, but that had passed. If there was more mundane danger, well.
He unfolded himself from the floor. Got to his feet, tugging down his sweatshirt. Headphones were looped around the back of his neck like some kind of familiar, riding him for a higher vantage from which to see the world. "They say anything about it?" He pointed one hand in a vague direction, the other held loosely at his side, thumb turning his ring over and over again around his ring finger. His voice was quiet and a little flat. "Pain in the ass if I'm late."