"Merlin's balls, Heath, how much did you bloody DRINK, and who the hell is June so I can take her to pieces for leaving you in such a state? It's not like you have any bloody sorrows you need to drown yourself in, this is just bloody ridiculous," he ranted, trying to get Heath, and himself sorted, so he could get Heath into bed. He wasn't really mad at Heath- the idiot was as hard as Merton to stay mad at, but Heath was his best friend and Gideon didn't really see the appeal in being so wasted as to be senseless. Funny as it could be, he liked Heath sober better.