I concluded the call and wandered back into the room where Flynn was sitting. My mind was going a mile a minute, and I wondered how to tell Flynn. He had switched on his huge TV screen and was sitting in the dark, apart from the TV glow. He was deep in thought and not watching anything in particular.
Being near him was the only thing that had seemed to center me, so I climbed on the couch and snuggled close to him. Immediately, his arm slid around my shoulder, and he pulled my head to rest on his chest. We didn't speak, and I just sat in his arms for about forty minutes, while we mulled everything over in our minds. Eventually, after a period of consolidating my thoughts, I raised my head to look at him.
"They'll catch Bernie and Tyler and then what, Flynn? Do you want to keep performing?"