Staring out the window is usually a good bet. The countryside is a soothing thing, a grounding vista Andrew's always directing him to stare at when his ire gets up. It's not actually helping the displeasure twisting his gut today.
"Why?" His knuckles rap on the window without a proper rhythm. "What in the hell's so special about him?"
DW you're drunk again. Go home.
"Why?" His knuckles rap on the window without a proper rhythm. "What in the hell's so special about him?"