You and Sean sat by the fire at the camp. He listened to you talking about Colm O’driscoll for a moment before shaking his head. “Not you as well..” He grumbled. “its not.. colm.” He chuckled, laughing at the way you pronounce it. “Colm..” he mocked slightly, looking over at you.

“Its Colom.” He said, sounding almost demanding. “In Ireland, we say Colom.”

“Well uh.. he likes Colm.. hes American.” You said, chuckling a bit as you glanced around.

Sean shook his head again. “The boys Irish, just look at his name.” He made a few hand gestures to emphasize his point further, “Hes just a.. dumb Irish bastard who can’t pronounce his own name.” He scoffed.

You gave a small nod. He seemed persistent about this. “If you say so.” You respond to his relentless insistence.

“I do say so,” He scowled. “Colom O’Driscoll.” He points, again emphasizing his point. “Say it now.” He demands.

“Uh but— he likes colm,” you said, and he got up immediately, walking over to you. “And you like breathin’?” He retorts. He jabs a finger at you. “So say— Colom properly.” He hissed.