That question confused Billy. Why would it be so strange to ask? But it softened into something of a smile as he remembered a few simple facts. Mark was incredibly American. He was also incredibly bohemian. Neither of which Billy had a great deal of exposure to, socially. Being sequestered by a big record label tended to hinder one's notions of over nights.

"The clothes, I can handle," he said running a hand down his chest. He just felt more comfortable this way most times, but he could dress the part of need be. "I'll have to plan something first, but if it works out I'll be at your place before the show." His hand tightened on Mark's. His face was more or less under control, but his pulse raced with how excited he felt. Could it actually work? Could he have a night of freedom?