[It's impossible not to hear Eddie's performance, even if one isn't trying to, given his song selection, which are defined (in Henry's estimation, at least) by a single word: loud.
Eddie would recall from their very first conversation, after all, that Henry does not consider himself a music person, and thus he has no reason to linger... normally. At the fringes of the crowd, he is vaguely curious to see the young man perform, if not for an appreciation of the art, then simply because they've had several interactions since then, and Henry will deign to give him a few moments of his time.
For now, at least.
When Eddie manages to clamber off-stage, Henry approaches, all straight-backed politeness as usual, though perhaps there's something jokingly(?) wry in his tone this time.]
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Eddie would recall from their very first conversation, after all, that Henry does not consider himself a music person, and thus he has no reason to linger... normally. At the fringes of the crowd, he is vaguely curious to see the young man perform, if not for an appreciation of the art, then simply because they've had several interactions since then, and Henry will deign to give him a few moments of his time.
For now, at least.
When Eddie manages to clamber off-stage, Henry approaches, all straight-backed politeness as usual, though perhaps there's something jokingly(?) wry in his tone this time.]
I followed the racket, and look who I found.