[He watches intently, reasonably blank expression on his face that only Dave would be able to read as a faint smile.]
[The smile disappears when he jumps right to the chase of asking what's on his mind, and turns instead into tense shoulders and furrowed eyebrows.] Nothing. Everything. Too much bullshit.
action;
[He watches intently, reasonably blank expression on his face that only Dave would be able to read as a faint smile.]
[The smile disappears when he jumps right to the chase of asking what's on his mind, and turns instead into tense shoulders and furrowed eyebrows.] Nothing. Everything. Too much bullshit.