Warren kept an eye on him for a bit on the first part of the drive. The silence wasn't all that natural, even before a gig, although things were of course different now. He'd seen Devin's behavior afterwards, flirting, picking up the occasional girl or guy. Devin might be thinking about how that was changing, now.

Might be having regrets. With Warren there, in this suddenly new capacity, that wasn't really feasible, although they'd half-had that discussion already. They'd agreed, no groupies this trip. But was he regretting it now?

Warren wasn't sure. It made him pull back a bit, focus on the road and staring outwards and inwards all at once. He'd find out over the evening, anyway. He hoped there weren't any regrets, Devin had said there weren't. Saying something and carrying it out were two different things.