[The Balladeer, at least, seems much more visibly worried than he did when he walked into the shop. That must have all been lingering under the surface already, for a song to drag it out like that...but he hadn't been thinking about any of it before.
The song sounds like it's ending. He lets the music fade, idly running his fingers over the top of a table saw, pretending that he's looking at it.]
Sometimes you're just alone. But I wouldn't go looking for it. Lots of good folks around here.
[It is, ever so slightly, an exclusion of himself; a step back. That comes more naturally than being a part of the group.]
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The song sounds like it's ending. He lets the music fade, idly running his fingers over the top of a table saw, pretending that he's looking at it.]
Sometimes you're just alone. But I wouldn't go looking for it. Lots of good folks around here.
[It is, ever so slightly, an exclusion of himself; a step back. That comes more naturally than being a part of the group.]