Terence was hardly feeling better after his talk with Cass. If anything he was feeling like he needed to go back to Africa where life was simple. Sitting at the bar he tried to just stay out of everyones way and think for a bit. Of course Miles had to pick then to come make drinks. Didn't he have fuckin' elves to do this shit? he thought bitterly.
"Yeah, 'guess so. You?" Ginger? He smirked. "She's fuckin' livid mate- forgot her bleeding birthday. You got any idea what it's like dealing with her when she's like that? Fuck," he shook his head and took a long drink. He wasn't exactly avoiding looking at Miles as much as he was just looking- elsewhere. The problem was, looking at Miles reminded him of Russia and Russia terrified the shit out of him. What if Montague found out?