"Everybody's cleared out," JC said. "Everybody's left and I'm leaving, too, because you're not getting this tonight. Go home and get some sleep."

"I can get it," Justin said, "fuck you, JC, I can get it."

"No, you can't, and if you keep trying you're just going to fuck yourself up for tomorrow. Go home."

"I'm not that tired -"

"Look, do you really think I'd care how tired or fucked up you felt if I thought you could get it right? I'd keep you here till it was done. But you're not gonna get it, it's gone, so you might as well go home and try to actually do something, you know, good tomorrow."

Justin crossed his arms and glared at JC, and JC stood there and glared right back. Finally Justin ran a hand through his hair and said, "Fine, fuck it, you're right. I'm useless tonight. I'm going home."

He stormed through the studio and JC drifted behind him, picking up his own sweater and Justin's hat. At the door Justin shouted, "I'll get it tomorrow, though," and let the door slam behind him.

JC said, "I know," to the empty room and hit the lights, then followed Justin out to the street.