Padraig braced himself, but the disinfectant still stung and he allowed himself a, "shit!" before letting George get on with it.
When it was all finished, Padraig rose from the bed. "We'll need tea too then," he said with a frown. Tea always helped in uncomfortable situations.
He followed George into his kitchen, but he let George do the work. His head felt heavy and his body felt weak. He sat at the table and watched George. "I don't like your girlfriend," he finally managed to say.