Borje is right. I shouldn't be reacting like this. But...
Georgie...
I can't claim to know him well. But from what I do know of Borje, my experience of his behaviour, he's a decent man.
I'm being completely unjust. And I know it well.
My mouth is floury and sour. "Why don't you pour yourself a drink. And another for me. The decanter's on the side over there."
Borje opens his mouth as though to refuse, then closes it again. Nodding, he stands, and pours two small whiskeys, passing one to me. Sipping, he swishes it around. "Not bad."
"It's better than not bad. Look, sit down again. Let's replay this conversation and I'll try not to be..."
"... overtly and undeservedly overprotective?" He sips again, holding my eyes with a steel-blue gaze, but his lips are twitching.
"Alright, alright
