Twat? A twat? That couldn't let--- Michal felt his face begin to burn. Liddie was his little sister, his only sister, and Seth his (former) best friend. For him to not say anything about their 'relations' for years after the fact, after everything they had been through was a deep burn of betrayal that Michal hadn't felt in a very long time. His face began to screw up significantly, ready let Seth know exactly just how much of a burn exactly when Seth's next words derailed him.
He had snogged Savannah?
Against his best control (and therefore much to his dismay), Michal's brow popped with surprise and intrigue. That was... a development. A definite development. His lips pursed as he wrestled with how to respond. If there was anything, bringing up a recent hook up with your ex-wife was definitely something to drop all hostilities for. Michal tightened his arms across his chest, as he felt a burgeoning, heavy emotion sweep over him.
Damn him.
Michal's face broke miserably, and his arms fell to his sides briefly before his hands reached up to rub his own face. His face heated up again, but this time for a different reason. "I slept with Larkin," he mumbled, palms pressing into his cheeks. "At Mungo's, when I was in Mungo's she came for a visit and..."
He realized, a bit too late, that this revelation was meant as a kind of giving in, to show Seth how when they were apart, fighting, they always seemed to make dangerously unwise choices, but somehow, he couldn't quite make himself continue to establish that out loud. It was with a weak hope that Seth understood that. His shoulders pressed together tightly as he continued to be unable to move his hands, or, Merlin-forbid, look at Seth, but perhaps that was for the best. He'd rather not remind himself this discussion was taking place in the middle of Falmouth's stadium, and not someplace a bit more private.
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