Orsino feigned a pout as he finished off the first half of his sandwich. It was a bit scary when you realized you'd eaten a good deal of your meal and not even noticed as you did so. But he chalked it up to eating with a friend, really more of a brother. It seemed to Orsino they didn't get to see enough of each other outside of a business environment, so far as the band could be considered business. They probably all got sick of one another after a point, but Don being married made him especially difficult to get a hold of at times.
"Precisely," he said, taking up a particularly long chip and biting off a chunk. As he spoke he waved the remainder in front of him, subconsciously punctuating his words. "Did you ever think of stopping? I mean I know we all have at some point or another, after a bad show or a disagreement or things like that. But really, seriously considered taking a break?"
Admittedly, Orsino had never really considered what life would be like beyond this. He liked being in the band, a lot, probably more than it seemed most of the time.