[ Guilford is watching the crowd, steel-blue eyes for once visible through clear lenses of his glasses, the faint pink irritation around his eyes accenting the equal irritation in his gaze.
He does not understand the point of this celebration. There was no announcement that they would be released. To top things off, he cannot even enjoy his meal (self-made, for one person) off in the corner alone.
The man really needs to consider moving out if these impromptu parties are going to keep occurring. ]