Zach had forgotten how much he hated being with Yuri and Gwawr in the same room, at the same time. It was like watching someone die on the side of the road without being able to kneel down and comfort them.
"Seven, she's seven. Christ, Jenny, you ought to fucking stay here instead - I was going to drop Clare with Jude for the afternoon but we could pick her up and all of us go get something to fucking eat." He gave Yuri a look that clearly said Take your chance, mate. "Been a long time since you spent the night on my bloody couch."
Clare seemed to read the mood in the air, her giggle tense in response to Yuri's comment. Tugging at his shirt, she said, "Or maybe Yuri could watch me."