Iain finally leaned forward, elbows on knees. "It was just...long," he sighed. "Almost took my finger off because someone distracted me. One of the guys quit, the wanker. Didn't tell anyone, just didn't show up. And I just wanted to go down the pub so bad. Had to have two smokes and text Al instead. Which I know was the right choice, but that doesn't mean it was the easy one."