"No, by all means," Daniel said. "Tell me what you did mean. Cos it looks to me like you busted up in a private conversation and now you're lecturin' me." His voice fell to a low, dark muttering. "Basically takin' his side."
He raked a hand through his hair. The party was clearly a bust; both his patience and attention span were utterly blown. His jaw worked, teeth clenching and unclenching as he stared out into the corridor. He wondered if he should leave, then immediately thought better of it. Enough time had not passed; like as not, Chris would still be in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. "Rude motherfucker," he said. "No idea why I even give a shit."