Heath slammed back the rest of his drink, and gestured to the waiter for another one as Orsino talked. His arms slipping back to folded across his chest.
“I have been grieving!” Heath stared at his friend. Did they not think that he’d grieved for his wife?! He’d missed her, he’d missed her so much. And now he was trying to move on, he’d been getting out there and so maybe the type of girls he was ‘getting out there with’ weren’t exactly the best but it was a start. And then there was Anna… but what was the point? What was the point of getting involved, especially with Anna’s status being what it was, and that group looking to kick up trouble. He couldn’t do it again.
“I’m perfectly fucking happy, Mate.” Heath spat out, “I’ve got my band. I’ve got my music. I’ve got my kid. Peachy”