[Harding's hands are shaking. When's the last time they've shook this badly? He jams them in his pockets, flattening them to stillness.]
If it doesn't matter, why won't you let it go?
[He says this like he doesn't already know the answer. Because Angelo is nosy, because he's curious, because he's concerned. That might be the worst of them all. Whatever patience Harding had for this conversation is quickly flying out the window, but there's a distinct sense that it's not entirely because of Angelo.]
There's always going to be accidents in abandoned places. That's why they're abandoned, that's why we tell you not to go sneaking in. [His voice is rising.] But you don't listen. [Do you? is the unsaid punctuation to that statement, delivered in the focused, intense stare Harding levels on Angelo.]
Sorry for the wait, neighbor!
If it doesn't matter, why won't you let it go?
[He says this like he doesn't already know the answer. Because Angelo is nosy, because he's curious, because he's concerned. That might be the worst of them all. Whatever patience Harding had for this conversation is quickly flying out the window, but there's a distinct sense that it's not entirely because of Angelo.]
There's always going to be accidents in abandoned places. That's why they're abandoned, that's why we tell you not to go sneaking in. [His voice is rising.] But you don't listen. [Do you? is the unsaid punctuation to that statement, delivered in the focused, intense stare Harding levels on Angelo.]