Henry/Kas
Henry was busy watching his drink, and occasionally people around him. The crowd wasn't really helping much, and his thoughts kept circling around each other until they were suddenly broken by a kid with a guitar. Well, technically a drunk kid with a guitar. He'd be grateful on a good day, even indulge someone in whatever they were cooking up but right now he didn't really feel like much except to drink.
Yet he was still gentle when he pulled his arm back and shook his head. "I'd rather not. Thank you." It wasn't that crowds bothered him or that he couldn't sing (at least somewhat well. He'd never be famous but he didn't turn people away either) it was that right now he didn't want to be near anything bright or draw attention.