That kind of energy was infectious, though.

Dee smiled, and immediately pushed himself up out of the chair to greet the boisterous drummer. “Dee. Also known as the Prophet.”

Jay introduced himself as well.

But before Aarne could drag them back to the party (or possibly carry them, given how easily he lifted Jack), Jay put a gentle hand on his fiancé's shoulder. “I know you’re excited, but save your strength for the party, okay? Don’t waste it on the boring hallway.”

Dee couldn’t exactly argue. He might be able to make it down there, but he’d be spent.

“Probably… a good idea.”