Barnaby looks up at them, working at his bottom lip. He looks frustrated, distressed. Like he's finally been cornered and has no choice but to admit to something he doesn't want to talk about.
He hangs his head then, defeated.
"...Can you at least close the door? I don't... want anyone to overhear."
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Date: 2017-05-29 10:56 pm (UTC)He hangs his head then, defeated.
"...Can you at least close the door? I don't... want anyone to overhear."