The laugh was abrupt and loud and took him by surprise, more of a bark than anything else. "Shit happens," he repeated, in tones of dark humour. "Sure fucking does."
He was grateful Marcie hadn't tried to argue the 'pieces of shit' thing. Honest. He was a piece of shit for abandoning Tragos and then abandoning his car and he wouldn't have been able to deal with it if Marcie tried to convince him otherwise, cos it just would have felt like she was lying to him.
Oh and here was a thought that he knew was gonna hurt even more than him working on the car without Tragos, and that was Marcie working on the car without him. Which she was gonna do, cos she was relentlessly moving forward and if he didn't agree, she was gonna leave him behind. Okay, fuck. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms tight. "We tune it. But don't you dare touch it without me."