No AudioGordy is sitting on a stool at the Bluebird Bar and Café, staring at his hands, arms crossed neatly in front of him. His lilac eyes show that he's a million miles away, his drink that sits before him laying untouched. No one but Gavin is present, absentmindedly drying glasses, his lean form being dwarfed by Gordy's tall and muscular one, regardless of the fact he's seated.
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