"Fine, fine. Whatever. I'm out." Matty held his hands up and then came in to show Bobby he was going to tap out. "I'll be at work tomorrow, I'm gonna go for a walk. Get a beer."

Matty didn't even say bye, he just went right for the door and slammed it petulantly on the way out. Like the dickhead he felt like being today.

"Huh... he seems nice." Harry looked at the door and then looked at Sam. Damn. The kicked puppy face. "You okay, Sam?"