[ Poe lifts his head, surprised. He pulls back to study John's face. ]
Yeah.
[ He's worried now, the knife-edge tension that plagues him cutting in to the peace of the day and the evening. Something's wrong, something's wrong, and John has been working himself up to saying it--that's the only thing Poe can think. Something's wrong and John wants to handle it alone. ]
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Yeah.
[ He's worried now, the knife-edge tension that plagues him cutting in to the peace of the day and the evening. Something's wrong, something's wrong, and John has been working himself up to saying it--that's the only thing Poe can think. Something's wrong and John wants to handle it alone. ]
What is it?