Sid had called you about 15 minutes ago, almost crying on the phone.

Tony had punched him while they were looking for Effy, and he didn’t know how to feel. Tony kept throwing insults at him.

Now he was standing in your room, pacing back and forth, a black eye forming on his face.

“God he’s— he’s such a wanker!” Sid says, covering his face with his hands.

“I shouldn’t have left him alone but he made me so upset I just— ugh!”