
Fitz just shrugged when Terry demanded he go with him. He wasn't doing anything particularly important, at least not today. "Sure thin', mate. Le's ge' on wi' it then."
The plan was to go check out the place he had picked for the tavern, a large two story brick building between the downtown and the docks. Terry's hand on his shoulder made him pause and tense up internally, though he hid it well enough. But he had trouble hiding his surprise when Terry opened up the way he did. He set his jaw a bit.
"Change'a plans, mate. Grabbin' lunch, we 're." {Change of plans. Grabbing lunch, we are.}
Fitz picked a place close by, some little deli place with a patio they could sit on. Not either of their first choice by any stretch, but it'd do. When they had ordered, Fitz steepled his fingers.
"Terry, mate, A 'ad no idea 's 'ow ye felt. A mean, A fig'red som'at was wrong fer a while, th' way ye been. Tense, ac'in like someone kicked yer dag. Bu' yer bein' a daft cunt, mate. Ye think fer a second A would'a fallen fer some bird wot'd make me give up doin' wot A do best?" {Terry, mate. I had no idea that was how you felt. I mean, I figured something was wrong for a while, the way you've been. Tense, acting like someone kicked your dog. But you're being a daft cunt. You think for a second I would have fallen for some woman who would make me give up doing what I do best?}
He reached forward and playfully slapped Terry on the chest, "Wot
we do best? Yer me best mate, Terry. A love ye, man. Like a bruvah. There's..."
{What we do best? You're my best friend, Terry. I love you man, like a bother.} Fitz paused, not exactly unsure but because he wanted to give Terry the chance to speak. That, and the waitress had come back with their appetizer.