Omi had looked somewhat doe-eyed and out of place earlier in the evening. When Akaya found him after the show, he seemed like he'd slipped right in, caught up in the flurry of the show and energy. It was a welcome sight, and somehow knowing that Akaya's performance had contributed to that glow on Omi's face made it even better. He fixed his eyes on him, as though there was no one else in the crowd.

"Thanks," he said with a smile, this time with less cockiness (but equal amounts of sincerity). Being admired for his looks was one thing, but knowing that his music had affected him was a different kind of high.

"We're headed to Eclipse, down the street. After party. You wanna come?"