*feels Carol's flinch and wings her a tiny, fleeting smile (it doesn't hurt / it'll be okay) before slipping his hand free of hers*
*turns to face you once more, the smile gone as quickly as it came* *coolly* I don't know what you're talking about, Joe. *can smell the reek of alcohol on you, now, and his gaze flickers to the gun in your hands* Why don't we go outside and talk?