"Fine, it's not important," he repeated, feeling somewhat numb. His brain was conjuring up all sorts of images and he wasn't sure what to think. He'd just have to talk to Cormac tomorrow at work.
And possibly punch him depending on his answer.
He smiled a little when Stephen slid his arm around him, pressing closer and resting his head on Stephen's collarbone. "You are better than that," he repeated. "Because punching somebody is completely unnecessary. It takes two to fuck, Stephen, and I'm sure Seamus has hurt Terry but Terry must have wanted it in the first place too," He turned his head, kissing Stephen's chest. "Okay."