He let Fin tug at him and he found his feet moving, though the scowl stayed. He left the pizza, left the beer, left the game- and without so much as a goodbye or a thank you to Winter.

"He's a good bloke," he said, his own mind making the leap from here to there without Fin being aware. "It was just a few beers. He didn't even drink much. You shouldn't be hard on him."