Will work finally ruin what they're working so hard to build?
Glares of anger and fists of rage.
One is obvious while the other kept unseen.
Work has once again become horrendous, the case so heartbreaking, it physically hurts to the point of wanting to give it all up.
Too much horror unsettles the soul like that.
And while time is of the essence, tempers flare with impatience, overwhelmed nerves, battered hearts and missing sleep.
So when the day is done, they go their separate ways, neither looking at the other.
Neither one of them think to correct the action because they are wrapped up in the heat of the moment
