`` tell me , what do you actually do for a living ? '' then he put the animal on a spit over the pit fire . i can focus on you , just on you , and not the band , not the shows , not my music . '' pulling her back to me , i leaned closer , breathing in cinnamon as i peeked under her bonnet . not to ask his permission , but to let him know that things may be a little different when i come home . 