"George," Padraig dropped his spoon and he stood to move beside the other man. "What are you doing?" he asked, going to his knees beside George's chair.
It wasn't really concern for George so much as worry that if George had a breakdown here, that might bring the wanker brigade anyway. But he could still try to be civil. He honestly didn't understand why his story about the posts hadn't made everything better. Maybe he should show George the posts.