Teenage angst, something that lingered in Kurt even after his teenage years.

Something he couldn't get rid of.

The somber aura in the room, the solemn faces on all three band members who sat quietly in their own minds.

Kurt held a cigarette in hand and Krist was knocked out on the floor? Dave was sitting on the counter, rethinking.

They looked intimidating in the eyes of others when they weren't happy-go-lucky. Maybe it was the way their angst overpowered their happy way too often.