Chris felt a bit out of place about this, but he honestly didn't know what else to do. Turning his hand to intertwine his hand with Tom's, looking at his hand before bringing them up to place a kiss on the top of Tom's hand. "Come on. Lets go watch the rest of the show." Chris didn't want to think about this anymore. Just have a good time with his love, watching their favorite dancer. Only after will Chris would want to worry about the rest of the town.

Later that late night after the show, Chris and Tom are walking from the club to their hotel in Old Towne. Chris had become cautious since they left. Worried about anyone who wanted to jump them. The tall blonde didn't like being so uptight and having to watch every shadow and street corner. It felt ridiculous, 'cluding he had planned a practically carefree night with just the two of them. But it didn't seem that was going to happen and he felt bummed about it. Having intertwined his fingers in Tom's, Chris tried to not to make himself tense in of which was working for Tom was with him. 

While the two lovers walked, Becky was on the other side of the street they were about to cross. Arms crossed over her chest, feeling a little chilly. The jacket she had was helping but not by much, roaming around doing odd jobs and such had its perks but not by much. Including if she had to find new places to sleep. Her dark hair down to keep the back of her neck warm, her hands under arms, she seemed to be waiting one someone or just be there to be there. It would be hard to tell. Beck didn't notice the two lovers on the other side of the street when she looked about. Turning around and going to lean against a wall, impatience taking over.