His insides - or something like them - coil in the beginnings of a nauseated sense of doom, and suddenly his jaw clenches in defiance. This is his only me time this week, and he won't let anyone mess with his head, won't let anyone ruin this.
"You come here often?"
He knows it's a moot point to push. He would've seen him - And-something, Andrew? Maybe. They would have run into each other before, which prompts another question, or an echo of an earlier one. Why is he here now?
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Date: 2009-05-03 02:51 pm (UTC)"You come here often?"
He knows it's a moot point to push. He would've seen him - And-something, Andrew? Maybe. They would have run into each other before, which prompts another question, or an echo of an earlier one. Why is he here now?