He frowns, watching Jarod. It's breaking his heart, that there's nothing he can do - Jarod won't talk to him, won't come out for him, won't stop singing that damned song, and it's scaring Graham.
He whispers to him, "I'm going downstairs, Jarod, to talk to the barman."
And so, out he goes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/otherways/350824.html?thread=17138280#t17138280).
His outer calm really doesn't reflect his inner rage. It's.... Not Good.
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Date: 2005-11-29 18:40 (UTC)He whispers to him, "I'm going downstairs, Jarod, to talk to the barman."
And so, out he goes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/otherways/350824.html?thread=17138280#t17138280).
His outer calm really doesn't reflect his inner rage. It's.... Not Good.