. . . I guess for idols, there's not a lot of hanging out with groupies after, huh?

[That makes sense, he thinks. It's still a surprising thought, though; he'd always been most interested in the part of the rock star life where he gets to be surrounded by people who love him and want him and wish they could spend time with him. Don't you get your pick of people like that when you're famous? The way she describes it, it sounds—lonely.

Maybe it's an idol thing. They've got pretty strict standards for those, right?

All the same, he keeps close to her, though he takes advantage of her pulling away a little to pick up his own coffee too.]

I dunno, maybe someday I'll move. I could at least have a guest room! Right now, if I'm gonna invite someone to stay the night, it's gotta be someone I don't mind really staying the night with, if you know what I mean . . .