"Good music?" He asked absently. He wasn't all that interested, but like her, he was doing his best to keep the subject anywhere but near what had happened.
"No I'm denying being old. Big difference," he said when she bumped his shoulder with hers, before walking with her to one of the shops and following her in. "I'm sure yours is still better." And when they got back, they'd probably have some. He'd earlier been longing to go home. Now he wasn't sure if he was actually dreading it.