Bif sniffed, raising his eyebrows. "And how do you propose to fix it?" he asked coldly. He was irritated with Tad, whom he was developing a strong urge to punch-- just as he'd dealt with his problems back in high school-- and the return to that line of thinking was a strange echo back to a past he had tried to forget thinking about.
"What's been done has been done," he said, green eyes set on Tad's face, as though trying to bore through him. "The least you could be doing if you're such a good friend is seeing how he is." And screaming for Gary Smith's blood, if not seeking it out personally, he wanted to add, but couldn't.