[Thomas doesn't know what to expect, so as that video of the bar's back room starts to play he's lost for a moment, then staring in wide-eyed horror when he realizes these people were watching him the whole time. As it cuts to the chaos, everything trashed as if it's been tossed by someone looking for somebody they want to find very much-
-it cuts, and he drops the device, looking up from it still afraid, but this time with conviction, his stance almost a new person.]
No. Don't you dare, you bitch. How long have you been following us?! [He doesn't go, not yet, but the strain, the tension, faces out, not in like it always does.]
why the fuck don't i have any mad faces
-it cuts, and he drops the device, looking up from it still afraid, but this time with conviction, his stance almost a new person.]
No. Don't you dare, you bitch. How long have you been following us?! [He doesn't go, not yet, but the strain, the tension, faces out, not in like it always does.]