“Fuck my life,” number four grumbled. “I knew I should have thrown the first punch.” “Hey,” I snapped, twisting around to face him. “Stop acting like a little shit. I did the wrong thing back there.” “But you—” “I did the wrong thing, Tadhg,” I reinforced, giving him a stern look of warning. “I was wrong, okay? Don’t copy me. It’s not a good thing. Do better, Tadhg. Be better.” Than me.
