Lee gave a long, dramatic sigh. "Passed over, for a sofa. Story of my life." He smiled and shrugged. "I'm getting rather used to disappointment. Hell, I'm living with my parents now because I can't afford to live elsewhere at the moment. I'm sure it'll do wonders for my dating life."
"They're pulling in all the reserves they can and screening whoever and however they can," Lee advised, finishing up his coffee and putting it aside. "But I dunno. Unless they figure out how to end this, there isn't going to be a world cup anytime soon."
Lee's shoulders slumped with the news that George had contracted this disease. "Can opener," he said, then going for the drink finally and downing it in one go.