"Essentially," Thomas agreed. "And because telling him to leave me alone wasn't working, because he's one of those helpful fundamentalists who thinks that if they just keep talking, you'll eventually cave, I punched him in the mouth rather pathetically because I haven't hit anyone since I was fifteen and fighting with my mate over cigarettes. And he just pounced. It would have been rather artistic if it hadn't ended with me on the ground with his fists in my face." Thomas grumbled.
Lena, who was hearing this all for the first time too, looked livid. "Fucking asshole. Should I get you some ice?"
"You sit, I'll get it. Jamie, I'm sorry," Thomas said, his shame evident in his voice. "I don't like disappointing you."