“Dante, what's going on” Mj asked almost in a whisper and when he didn't answer she touched his arm “Dante?” He flinched at the sudden feeling of her touch and jerked away, he turned his head giving her a side glance “you just had to be at Lou’s that day didn't you,” he snapped “now look?” and Dante stormed off with his hands in his pockets and his jaw clenched so tight it was forcing the muscles in his face to contort.
