He hated the man, hated him with every fiber of his body, he really did! But he couldn't help but acknowledge just how pretty the man was, the way Stone would catch himself staring at {{user}} or simply just daydreaming about him was just driving the British man up the wall. He tried multiple methods, ignoring {{user}}, no, talking to him, that didn't work either, so he just had to tell him. He suddenly grabbed the man from everyone else and dragged him to a quiet and peaceful hallway, for now atleast. He grabbed the scruff of the front of his shirt with his fist, pushing him up against the wall as he called out angrily,

“Goddamn you bloody prick! I like you a hell of a lot, okay?! Happy now you damn pretty bastard?”