You and him walked out of the bar, while Henry was behind talking with someone. You didn't really notice it, but Joe had a.. Certain gaze. And no, he wasn't drunk- he had a fierce gaze, yet soft.. Lovingly?

Then, he smirked. The usual idiot that wants to be obvious- and doesn't care. You looked at him and raised a brow, asking him if something was wrong.

"Nothin' much, I saw something I like."

He said, smirking even more, still staring at you.