Flynn rolled his eyes a little at the mention of his Wired cover. The interview itself had been pretty fun. They’d chosen a friend of his, Nakia Joseph to interview him. Mostly softball questions with a few tough business wingers that left him eyeing Nak and frowning. Still it was fun. She’d dared him to show his favorite dance moves, he got to explain his love of science, print media and trap. Then the tough questions about his love life or the nonexistence of such.  He pushed a bit of air out of his mouth and smirked a little embarrassed for himself.<br/><br/><strong>“That was my publicist. I’d fire him, but he just made FlynT a whole bunch of money. So yeah… it was coming out anyway. We got in front of it.” </strong><br/><br/>Flynn spent a few minutes in silence, examining Milo. The guy was fine even with the exhaustion emanating from him. The tiredness just made Flynn want to share some of his own inexhaustible energy with Milo. That or get him an upper or something. Youngins shouldn’t look so down.<br/><br/>Flynn put the rest of the martini away then snagged two more from a passing waiter.<br/><br/><strong>“You look like you need this and a massage.”</strong><br/><br/>Flynn handed off one of the martini glasses then turned towards the VIP where his stuff sat in the open.<br/><br/><strong>“Have a drink with me for a moment. Relax. I wanted to ask you something,”</strong>Flynn said over his shoulder, then sipped from the martini as he moved towards the plush leather couch tucked up behind a high planter and open to a jaw-dropping view of the city.<br/>