Subway protectiveness of a stranger to a stranger.

The other week on the subway, the car was decently crowded, and across from me was this (mid-20s) (pretty) (brunette) (white) girl with smooth skin and a black stocking cap on, and this (young) (tall) (kind of mean-looking) (skinny) (black) guy with (dreads).

Then, this (fatter) (odder) (older) (lighter-skinned) (black) guy dressed all in like Carhart black comes over from down the car and stands against the subway pole that goes right into the seat by me so he has his back to me and is right across from the (white) girl, and it hits me as weird even though he isn't doing much, and I see his left hand kind of palm up and jerkily hovering, as he just stands there.

And, the (young) (tall) (kind of mean-looking) (skinny) (black) guy is getting up to go and get off at his stop, and as he leaves, he stops and turns to the (older) (light-skinned) (black) guy and is like, "Whatever weird shit you're doing, don't bring it over here," and he kind of looms up as he says it and he stares at him and he menaces him for a few seconds, and then he moves to the doorway, and then he's gone.

Then, like thirty seconds later, the (older) (light-skinned) (black) guy stutters out to the (white) girl that even with her mask on, she's pretty, and then he kind of hovers by the door, and then he gets off the subway, too.