The musicians uncertainly start the song again. The minor character is hastily understudied by someone who forgets a couple lines.

Ugh ugh ugh ugh.

Cam leans his head on Timothy's shoulder and pretty much manages to enjoy the rest of the performance, if in a more subdued fashion.

Squeeze. 

The finale plays. The actors and the musicians bow.

He thanks them. It was beautiful. Do people want to go back or stay awhile?

Most want to go home. A few stay to fly around.

As long as they're not staying to harass Cam.

He remains unharassed and stays close to Timothy.

"Am I supposed to ask what 'holed a planet' means?"

"No, you aren't. Why don't you just go away."

Kib goes away.

Sigh. Cam plops his face on Timothy's shoulder. "It was very well thought of," he murmurs.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay."

"Next time I will screen them for propensity for -" sigh.

Hug.

"Should I apologize for being rude to Kib?"

"I don't think you bothered him."

"Didn't think so." Sigh.

"It was really sweet of you, there was no reason to expect that to happen." Hug.

"I hadn't realized they knew who it was." Sigh. "Was hoping they wouldn't until it was all put back."

"All it really takes is somebody who wants to know and has any forensics skill."

"The thing I am frustrated by is - okay, if I had only the information available to our nosy dancer, I try to figure out - is he currently under a binding, is this place in any danger, are any other worlds in any danger, and presumably a little forensics skill can give you answers on that, too. What kind of priorities do you have to have to think the information calls for public harassment?"

"He wouldn't have to personally have forensics skill, he'd have to read an investigative reporter's blog."