He's back to singing and humming under his breath as soon as he rights himself, stepping out pink and scrubbed clean and in drawstring slacks and a Henley- the van gets cold sometimes man. He flops over on the nearest sofa, still buzzing with post show glee, checking in that D's alright. Anyone that knows him knows D's his right hand man, and once he's sure Delta's okay? He turns his eyes on Carolina.

"You alright? I mean- you kicked his ass hard but= you okay?"