"I haven't studied a new language in..." he was going to say years but then stopped when he remembered Ziggy and his mother. "... it has been a few years."

Robert listened to Erik stepping out and tried to settle himself. There was a conflict that he couldn't resolve internally. The push and pull of wanting closeness and then panic as soon as anything was said or done to imply more than casual contact.

"The buildings block some of it but you can see the LA strip from here." His voice was calm, wondering if the guitarist would come join him.