Justin rolled his eyes to himself. Of course, Ernie. The one person he could always depend upon to stand up for him, no matter what, was his best friend.
"Ernie's Ernie," Justin explained with a shrug. "He and I've been through hell and back, more or less, so I'm not surprised. But he's just one bloke out of a million. That doesn't exactly make a general consensus, you know? And as for being in love with me-" He snorted, looking down at his hands. "I can guarantee that's not the case."
In fact, it was the reverse that was true.
"But that's not what you're upset about, mate. It's just the nearest thing to be pissed at, because if you're pissed at me, or Ernie, or anyone else... then it's easier than being pissed at your dad, right?"