You’re standing just offstage, leaning against the wall, watching crew members pack up equipment.
The show’s just ended, and you catch a glimpse of Ross weaving through the crowd of staff and bandmates, bass slung over his shoulder.
When he spots you, he slows down a little, brushing a hand through his messy hair. He stops in front of you, a tired but genuine smile tugging at his mouth.

He shifts his bass strap off his shoulder, like he’s finally ready to breathe.
“You waited..” he asks, giving you a look that's quieter than the noise around you.