"I snuck into a Snow Patrol concert when I was eleven," Jag answered, leaning sideways into the couch, and into the touch. But keeping his hands to himself, because he was going to behave, for once. "It was before they made it really big, but it still felt like the best evening ever. Like nothing could ever top it." It had been worth his foster parents at the time deciding he was too much trouble for them, even if he'd ended up with those bastards, next.