Oz turned thoughtful eyes to her. He had hazel eyes, one of those sets that could change depending on how much light he was in, and they always had a sort of distant, far-off look. "Sure." Oz never talked very much, and he never had an urge to apologize for it. He had the feeling that George knew that, and wasn't likely to be offended if he didn't babble on in reply.
Oz stretched his heels out in front of the couch as Devon finished the last song on one long note he hadn't been capable of back in the day. He actually sounded pretty good, and Oz was impressed. He hadn't decided yet whether or not he was going to go up and talk to his former bandmate after the set.
"You said you knew me, right?" His head tipped to one side in curiosity.