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“The world doesnae owe ye shit,” Finlay mutters, his head lazing on the back of the cushion, swirling his glass between his hands.
“I’ve heard enough of your thoughts far too often, thank you.” It’s diplomatic and dry as hell, and when I laugh slightly, Luke meets my eyes with a sly, private joy.
Sometimes Finlay needs to be taken down a peg or two, especially when he’s being an outright bully. He can be so self-confident, so assured of his moral rightness, that it gets exhausting. Not everyone in the world is looking for a fight, the way Finlay carries himself, laden with armor and the weapon of his tongue.
Danny clinks our glasses together, and I note that mine is as drained as his is full. I wonder briefly if it’s a personality thing — of half-empty versus half-full. But no, it turns out I really have drunk the contents of my glass in under a minute flat. Danny diligently pours me another.
“Here,” Finlay says suddenly, righting himself on the sofa and sliding his finger urgently across his tablet. “Listen tae this.”
Luke makes a small noise of disgust, as though predicting nothing good to come out of Finlay’s mouth.
And he’s right, because the next thing Finlay says is, “The theater’s released a statement. They’ve said they’re sidin’ wi’ the protesters.”
