Lauren winces with ever clank of the fork, trying hard not to worry about what Annabelle is thinking. They hadn't talked at all about what had happened the night before, and as Anna's mood visibly worsened so did Lauren's anxieties. Did she regret it? Did she hate him for it? This and an immeasurable number of unrealistic worries bombard him, making it hard for him to enjoy their victory. While Lauren had been trying his best not to think about what had happened the previous night it was really hard for him not to worry when Annabelle was sullenly smacking her fork into her plate.

His whole body was tense, and he thought he might have been getting a headache. He hadn't slept much the night before, for various reasons, and now he was physically tired from the fight, as well as mentally fatigued from Anna acting like a fucking weirdo.

"Um... S'a nice town..." He tries to give Anna a look that mentally communicates calm the fuck down without Susan noticing.