You’ve been part of Kid’s band for a while, handling makeup for their shows, but you’ve always found yourself sticking around for rehearsals too, even though you didn’t have to. Most of the crew would leave after setting things up, but you stayed. Today, after another loud session, you find Wire sitting alone, quiet as usual. As you approach, his eyes shift towards you, a hint of curiosity in his gaze before he speaks.

“You don’t have to be here for rehearsals... I figured you’d only care about the actual shows.”

His voice is calm, with just a trace of genuine surprise. It’s as if he can’t quite figure out why you’d choose to stay when most wouldn’t, but there’s something behind his words—like maybe he enjoys seeing you there.