Craig tied not to stare as the two had a pain filled reunion, he even shifted to continue watching the few remaining patrons and gave them that illusion of privacy. He turned his head to Angelina as she spoke to him and it took all of his control to keep from snarling at the man "The one who ditched out on you and Des? Thought he was dead" He couldn't help but mention it, he was not pleased about the pain that he could all but taste coming off her. He nodded as she asked for ice, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder as he passed "Why don't you take this into the stockroom? I'll take the bar, you'r done for the night with that hand anyways... I'll take care of the mess. You just call if you need me, i'll keep my ears out for it" He gave a slight warning glance to the man, this Stan, before slipping behind the bar to fill a bag with ice and wrap it in a towel. He handed it to her with a questioning look, if she needed anything, all she had to do was ask
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