There was a small, panicked instinct tugging at the edges of his anger, urging him to back up, take it all back, lock it all down. But the anger was bigger, shit, so much bigger than he'd known; it filled every inch of him, prickling beneath his skin, escaping in ugly, black words. "Fuck off. You kenned where I was, don't bullshit me. Not like y'had to go lookin' street by street, I was parked in the one spot for three an' a half years. Fuck knows I'm sure it gets tiresome havin' to rescue my sad arse all the time, but believe you me, it's no fuckin' picnic being the sod who can never fend for hisself!"