“Asshole,” he said. Then: “Fuck. Habit. Sorry. Fuck off. Gods, shut up—that was at me. Just—dammit—give me a fucking minute, alright?” “Sure,” said Lyford, so Tam pulled one of the pillows over his head and screamed. “Should I pull out?” “No. Fuck. Sadistic prick.” “For offering to pull out, or for the quest?” “You know what you did,” Tam hissed from under the pillow.
