But not him.
He's always intimidating, but this is different.
Look at him:
Head tipped back against the wall, triple-bound ponytail over one leather-clad shoulder. Lights flashing against him, illuminating his tensed and bearded jawline. Eyes closed as he whispers along with the song:
And if you go,
will bring you back to me
bring you back to me
His thumb strokes the glass of whiskey, but that seems subconscious.
You can tell that he's not really here.
You can tell that this is a sort of communion for him.