Willard feels his muscles coil, feels his head run cold and feels himself going still. He doesn't move his hand, doesn't move his gaze, though his expression shifts colder. "That's none of your business, friend."
The world around's growing hazy, distant, sounds are coming clearer, and Willard knows his own warning signs and where this is going. He can't do this. He can't do this here. Shit keeps up, it's going to be him and the urge to throttle this man, at least physically shake him out of his self-satisfaction.
He'd only. All he'd wanted was somewhere to get away from himself. And here he is, slipping right back into the fog.
"There any reason you need to be so loud? There are other people here."
my god
Willard feels his muscles coil, feels his head run cold and feels himself going still. He doesn't move his hand, doesn't move his gaze, though his expression shifts colder. "That's none of your business, friend."
The world around's growing hazy, distant, sounds are coming clearer, and Willard knows his own warning signs and where this is going. He can't do this. He can't do this here. Shit keeps up, it's going to be him and the urge to throttle this man, at least physically shake him out of his self-satisfaction.
He'd only. All he'd wanted was somewhere to get away from himself. And here he is, slipping right back into the fog.
"There any reason you need to be so loud? There are other people here."