essek is lost in his own thoughts, of the looming record label that continues to pressure him, even now. his phone rings with texts that he ignores, instead opting to rise to his feet and greet caleb with a small smile.

“i know i didn’t,” he murmurs, “but i’ve never had a tour bus before. i’ve only ever had vans i’ve been crammed into... and i haven’t necessarily adjusted yet. but it’s nice to have space all to myself.”

he rises to his feet and welcomes caleb inside, closing the door behind him.

“how has tour treated you so far? this is your first one since...” and he trails away, eyes glancing up to caleb.