Heath ordered himself a pretty healthy glass of firewhiskey and followed Orsino over to the table. He stretched out, his eyes instantly looking for reports and such, something he found himself often doing as he settled in anywhere for a stretch of time.
“We got in a fight. Simple as that. Expect too much, thinks she’s just around to save me. Who the fuck even knows.” He rolled his eyes, and took a healthy sip of his drink.