"Couldn't you have just left me to fucking up my liver in peace, hm? You could train a new forger into being as good, I'm sure. We'd all have gone home happy."

It's a lie but he figures not the worst he's said lately and he closes his eyes as he leans back against the wall, skull a dull thump against brick, "I hate you just about as much as I'm in love with you, just so you fucking know, you arsehole."

"It - " a sigh, still not opening his eyes, "The other night. I wanted to come and find you. I was almost out the door. I just - I wanted to talk to you. Tell you the stuff I can't tell you when you'd remember. I wanted to explain, and I just couldn't because I knew the minute I saw you, I'd crack. I'm not exactly in the right mindset right now, Arthur. I don't know what I'm doing."