Apart from Jase, it appears no one has noticed we've been gone. “Where the fuck have you two been?” Jase demands, storming up to us with a face like thunder. His eyes are darting between the both of us. He's looking for some sign of guilt, I presume. I'm feeling very protective towards Sean, after all he did for me. So I jump down Jase's throat in his defense. “He's been looking after me, as requested,” I snap. “I bet he has,” his eyes flash at him in anger. “There was an incident in the back alley. Lissa went out for a breather, tripped in the dark, tore her dress and ripped her finger nail off. It was bleeding pretty bad, so I took her across the road to sort her out and give her some pain relief,” Sean replies, far more calmly than I know he feels. I hold my bandaged finger up as proof. Jase looks suitably chastised. And Sean hasn't even lied.
