“What is going on with you?”
None of your concern.
It would be easier if he could manage words right now, but rising emotions have his mouth barred. He cannot stop looking shaken, and he HATES being this way in front of STEVE HARRINGTON. ( Thought he may be quiet, and he holds his grudges in silence, it is only a matter of time and chance he returns the favour. )
“--Nothing,” it is more breath than speech, yet his intentions are clear enough. Stay out of my way.











