Steve stood as well, reaching out to catch the sleeve of Henry's coat, "Wait. Henry wait. It's not . . . I didn't . . . hell." He let go of the man's sleeve with a frustrated expression.

"If you don't find someone else, we can make it a good chase. I'll be topped up so you can get a good, long drink too. Ok?" It was the best he could do. Henry wasn't wrong, but he didn't deserve the abuse Steve was always piling on him either. The man just had a way of finding him at the worst times! Steve sat back down, cutting another bite of steak, "Happy hunting Henry."