This, finally, jerked Stutely out of his own head long enough to notice that something else was going on at the table beyond the grand mess of his own neuroses. He frowned, looking from Scarlet to Tuck and back. Their expressions were innocent, but Scarlet was acting decidedly odd.
"The fuck is going on with you?" he demanded, eyeing off Scarlet, and rather forgetting in his sudden affront that he was the one who'd been trying to worm his way out of the conversation since the moment the subject was broached. "All of you, bloody... 'Talk to us, Stutely!' 'You never tell us things, Stutely!' And here I am fucking telling you a think and you're all..." he wiggled his hand vaguely, because he didn't know what Scarlet was all, just that it was weird.