Terence fell silent as Melinda explained what seemed to be bothering her. Pissed Seamus? He supposed he could see it, especially after the other night, and how often he seemed to write about needing more alcohol. "Drinking problem then..." he said with a nod, running a hand through his ridiculously messy hair, trying to connect the dots of why it all seemed to matter to her though.
"So..." he began, his eyes settling on hers as they met his own, keeping his gaze locked on her as he tried to fill in the blanks. "It worries you because... he's dating your friend, right? The Rushden girl? But.. she seems to be alright. Then again, I don't know her well. You worried for her sake?"