Oliver couldn't let a song pass him up. A song sung from a deep place in one's heart, and Oliver propped himself up, closing his eyes and listening intently to every word he was present to listen to. A saddening song, but moving enough to bring tears to one's eyes. Or at least, to Oliver's, and twice he blinked hard to keep the heavy tears from managing to fall, until the end. When Jean looked toward him, Oliver brushed his hand over his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I think... I think they'll love it." But he couldn't say that entirely unbiased. "It's so... so beautiful, and so sad. But maybe it's because you sang it..." He had such a breathtaking singing voice, Oliver would have listened for hours on end. But how long had passed already?

"Jean-Sal... Do you have a way to tell the time? I can't be found wandering the city at night... God forbid outside the dome..." He didn't want to leave. Didn't want to get away from this gypsy. He didn't care about Oliver's money, or status. After all, Oliver was among the low class and the travelers now. He was one of them. But he had to put on that mask again for the sunrise, and dreaded caking on fake smiles and feigning interest in conversations that made him want to throw something.