http://surfacage.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] surfacage 2010-10-21 01:06 am (UTC)

Jack flinched when Glen stood up, instinctively taking a step back before remembering himself, and nodding silently, looking at his feet.

He set the bowl down and sat where directed, holding his hands close to his chest; they were shaking.

"What would you like me to play?"

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