The entire time that he changes back into his street clothes, Gabriel thinks he's been foolish. Too quick to accept the invitation, too desperate to be close again that he'll tolerate being ghosted for weeks. He looks at himself in the mirror to make sure there aren't any lingering streaks of make up.

You're beautiful, a voice that sounds terribly like Anthony's whispers in his head. He shakes it off and pulls out his cigarettes as he heads out of the backstage area. He waves off a few people when he hears calls to join them at a bar. Not tonight.

It isn't hard to find Anthony outside; there are a handful of people smoking and almost none of them are standing together.

"I didn't think you'd come," he confesses when he's close enough. He saves himself from looking at Anthony's face by taking a moment to light his cigarette.