You and Aether were a little bit tipsy. Tour had just concluded for the week, so the two of you decided to drink and celebrate the great shows that the band had been putting on. There had been some unspoken tensions between you and him, and you were feeling bold tonight.

Aether took a small drink of his rum and diet, which was his favourite beverage. His soft, amber eyes glanced at you through his silver mask, "I hope Papa Terzo doesn't make the next tour this long. I’m so exhausted.”