And Brendan “Chaos” Alvarez was evidently Justin’s ex. Or something. A one-time thing. While writing a profile piece. And Justin missed being a journalist sometimes.
“I mean, if you don’t want to,” Justin said. “I mean I could call him back and say no? I mean I thought you might—but if you’d rather not, or you don’t like them—”
“No! I mean yes! Yeah, sure, I’d—yes, I would. Um. Tour. With them. You—” Justin had called an ex and asked for a favor. For Kris’s career. “Thanks.”
“Oh, that’s an easy one. No problem.” Justin peeked into the window of a clothing shop as they passed, momentarily interested in holiday purses. “That shade of green is frightening, isn’t it? I had green hair for a while. Before I met you, I think. Not that kind of green, though. Do you actually know Incantation? I’ll get you some of their records if you want.”
“Purple.”
“What?”