For a moment, he just stared down at his hand on top of Mark's, his thumb rubbing gently. A shadow passed over his face as he struggled to hold himself back. He wanted to say how much he understood. That when he actually got into the swing of things and shut his manager out, he would even forget to eat for most of the day. Just absorbed into the music and the words. But he couldn't even mention it, because Mark couldn't know he was an artist as well. He was just the manager's assistant.

It was at least comforting to know Mark had that same sort of passion.

The question shook him out of that, forcing him to look up. "Wednesday?" He asked, blinking. "Sure!" Then everything else caught up. "Wait...no. I can't. I've got--" His lips pressed together. There was nothing set, just the leash that Higgins kept on him that he couldn't tell Mark about. He let out a resigned sigh. "My boss....he's probably not gonna let me off for the night."