“Because right now, I’ve got two things trying to come out through my hands, and it’s starting to feel like a traffic jam.” His smile was rueful. The cup was empty, so he leaned down and set it between his shoes. “Music’s good. If I go overboard, if I let go, the only things I hurt are your eardrums. If I let go of the other thing…”

Brian stared across the plaza at a woman in a knit cap. His mouth twisted.

“Cars land on people.”