"I can't believe you're actually leaving," Christian's eyebrows rose.
"The board saw my case on Monday," Drew explained with a shrug, "they think I'm ready. I don't know. Miss Richards thinks I'm ready too. I might even have a job waiting for me in Chicago."
"That's where you're going?"
"Yeah. I have a sister out there. I should really catch up with her."
Christian nodded.
"Do you miss her?"
"I haven't seen her in years, to be honest. I don't even know if she'll want to see me."
"There's only one way to find out," Christian smiled, patting him on the back.
He held out his hand.
"Thankyou," he said sincerely.
"For what?" Drew asked, shaking his hand tentatively.
"For not treating me like a freak," Christian smirked, "or staring at me like I'm a two headed monster."
"I'm not the only one who doesn't," Drew blushed.
"No, but you were the first to make an effort. So, thanks."
"No problem," Drew smiled.
"So..." Christian began carefully, "what's going to happen with the band?"
Drew grinned.
"That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about..."