Trey was almost always the first person to leave the stage. The second the fans stopped cheering and the music ended, the second it was safe to leave, he would swing his guitar around to rest against his back and slip away. Usually he did so without a word, trusting his band mates to manage things without him and for someone else to pick a meal. It's not like he really cared who it was.

Leaving as quick as possible assured him that he got out before most of the fans started lining the back halls. Trey avoided the early-birds, using his small size to duck into his dressing room where he dropped down into a crouch, not bothering to turn on the lights. He was hungry, but for the moment, he just needed to be alone. Food was food. He long ago got over what the food was and honestly hadn't cared much from the start. It was just how life was now. Leaning back against a wall, he closed his eyes and listened for Adam and Emil. When they'd picked their meal for the night, he'd show up and join in, but not a moment before then.