Ioan bent to pick up his guitar. The courtyard was looking better and better each moment. At least there, he wouldn't have to argue with anyone. Granted, he'd started this. But he had good reason. And Anthony wouldn't be mad at him, so long as he didn't attack Taff. Anthony was forgiving most of the time, often too much so.
As he listened, he snorted suddenly.
"What are you talking about? Are you deaf? He's my best. Mate. Since we were little. He tells me everything. And if you never meant to hurt him, explain what happened last year. Or on the train. Before you say you don't have to explain anything to me," he plucked a string low on the guitar's neck. "I'm fully aware of that. So just... stay away."