"No," Gael snapped back. "I'm not gonna 'forget it'. Why the fuck am I a fucking wanker?"

He kept his glare trained on Leon, determined to get to the bottom of... whatever this was. Leon had been keeping things bottled up for a while, he knew it. And it was really pissing him off. "No. I'm not happy. I want you to tell me shit. Where the hell is this coming from? Because I'm not sure how we got from my not having a date to my 'licking a fat man's arse'." He made a face as he finished the sentence.