When he saw her take her sire\'s hand meekly, a strange and powerful emotion took hold of him, somewhere around his gut and creeping outward from there in sharp jabs. It pulsed angrily inside him as they turned and walked towards him, and standing up to greet them (fossicking in the bag forgotten) didn\'t help. It seemed to make it sharper, and hard to speak for a moment, and it took him a while to come up with anything acceptable.
"Yeah," he agreed inanely, glancing from Will to Anna and back again repeatedly. They looked like quite the happy couple - well, Will did, anyway. The bitch didn\'t look like she\'d been acquainted with happy in a very long time, though at least she was no longer glaring at him like he was rubbing obscenely up against her personal rocks and spurting cum everywhere. She still had the stick up her ass though, and he wasn\'t about to go offering her his hand again.
"Hi," he added, flicking the fingers of his right hand in the approximation of a manly wave and then tucking the tips of both hands in the back pockets of his jeans. A moment of awkward silence felt like it was breathing hotly down his neck, so he filled it quickly, looking at Anna. "So... you want us to go, then?" he murmured, doing his best not to look resentful (though his brows were drawn down into a frown). They\'d spent almost half an hour setting everything up and had one run down; he would hate having to pack it up again and go home.
Would she make them? Would Will give her that much power? If the blonde decided to appease Anna, Indie would comply, but he\'d be pissed off about it, he knew. That sharp jabby pain in his gut told him so, even if he couldn\'t pinpoint exactly what it was.