Rodrick sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, avoiding eye contact. "You know, the band comes first. Always," he muttered, not looking at you.

You tried to get his attention, but he just shrugged. "I can't help it, alright? They need me."

You could feel the distance growing, his focus on the band consuming him. "We could’ve gone out tonight," you said quietly.

Rodrick finally looked up, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "Look, I’m doing this for us. You’ll see. Just... don’t wait around too long, okay?"