Seth stared at Michal. He was a different person, that's how he was going to do it. It was offensive that Michal thought that he would do the same thing again. But before he could even open his mouth to tell him off, he was speaking again.
He pursed his lips looking Michal over before firmly cuffing him on the back of the head. "No you can't punch me you idiot. What's wrong with you?" Seth shook his head. He ought to just punch Michal for the suggestion. "A fist fight in the middle of the World Cup After Party? Is that what would make you feel better? Make me look like I lost it just because England didn't win. I'm not that guy, I'm not going to be that guy ever again. Believe me because you believe, not because I let you use me as a punching bag."
He folded his arms across his chest glaring at his friend. Let me punch you in the face. The audacity. After a moment though, his glare faded and he rubbed his had down his face. He had been a shit friend back then, but that was because of other reasons, not because he married Savannah. "I'm not going anywhere Michal. I have a house in Falmouth, I've just extended my contract. This isn't five years ago."
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