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He takes Kavinsky's hand and draws him towards the green room at the back of the stage. He doesn't stop to talk to him, doesn't tell him that he's got permission to be here, because it's given. It's obvious. Once they're in private, he turns, leaning in and pressing Kavinsky back gently against the wall.

"So," he says, finally finding his voice. "What did you have in mind?"