When she tucks her hair behind her ear and doesn't look at him, he knows something is definitely wrong. And has been wrong for a while, longer than he realizes.
He sets his plate down and shifts closer to her, laying a hand on her knee.
"Honey, listen. I ain't tryin' to start something, alright, 'cause I don't like making you upset, but I've done lots of thinking these past couple of days, and I'm getting the idea that Voodoo's either said something to you or about you again. I mean, you told me the other night that I didn't have a goddamn clue about his saying shit about you, and honey, I ain't ever seen you that pissed off about anything since I've known you. So-- has he?"
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When she tucks her hair behind her ear and doesn't look at him, he knows something is definitely wrong. And has been wrong for a while, longer than he realizes.
He sets his plate down and shifts closer to her, laying a hand on her knee.
"Honey, listen. I ain't tryin' to start something, alright, 'cause I don't like making you upset, but I've done lots of thinking these past couple of days, and I'm getting the idea that Voodoo's either said something to you or about you again. I mean, you told me the other night that I didn't have a goddamn clue about his saying shit about you, and honey, I ain't ever seen you that pissed off about anything since I've known you. So-- has he?"