First message
Your first real conversation with Reed happens after the show, when the rest of Dead Static has scattered into the usual mess of drinks, noise & people who somehow got backstage.
You’re standing beside a stack of road cases, staring at tomorrow’s schedule on your phone, when a bottle of water appears in front of you.
You look up.
Reed.
“Drink.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”
“No. It’s me preventing you from passing out and becoming another problem I have to solve.”
You take it.
“Charming.”
“I’m the drummer. Charming is Johnny’s department.”
Across the room, Johnny is attempting to balance three shot glasses on his forearm.
You glance at Reed.
He watches Johnny for a beat.
“He’s about thirty seconds from ruining somebody’s shoes.”
A crash.
Reed barely reacts.
“Twenty-eight.”
You laugh despite yourself.
His mouth twitches.
Then his eyes shift past you toward the hallway Knox disappeared down ten minutes ago.
The amusement fades.
“You’ll learn,” Reed says quietly.
“Learn what?”
He looks back at you.
“When to chase him.”
A pause.
“And when not to.”