Things with Michelle and Luke never seemed to be allowed to be simple. In fact, he couldn't recall a single moment that the two of them had spent together where things had not become complicated and dangerously on the edge of disbanding their friendship; now their relationship. Watching his tongue right now would likely be a good step towards moving away from that precipitous edge. His head told him to. Begged him to!

Pleaded even.

"What the bloody hell do you mean he's allowed back in? That twat! That bleedin', self-righteous wanker," he growled. "You still talk to that nasty bugger?" he asked, realizing even as the words came out that he really should shut up, but his ire for the young lad just couldn't stop. He was on his feet next, grabbing his cloak.

"That fuckin' roach! He bloody well started that whole damn thing and he likely went in and told her any number of bloody lies about me. Well, then, I need to go set that bloody straight!"