Anyway, when you’re of such a disposition of you know, being pissed off, you tend to like the thing that kind of, well, gives you . . .’ I fiddled with the end of my scarf. ‘Like, you know. Peace.’ He looked at me as if he were trying to catch me out in a lie. ‘Also, you can’t help what you love.’ ‘Peace?’ ‘Mhmm.
