She exchanges a glance with Muse and he smiles. Apparently this is enough to really get Pax going. “Don't look at him,” he says. “Don't fucking look at him. This isn't between you and him; this is between you and me. I had you first.” Pax points to himself with a tattooed finger and looks like he's about three seconds from falling over. “I fucked you first.” He drops the beer on the floor and then takes a long, slow breath. “Bleeding hell,” he mumbles and then he's scrambling into the bathroom and leaning over the toilet, not even bothering to shut the damn door.
