Had it always been this way? Always at eachother throats? So tense in eachother presence?

Surely, it hadn’t. Surely, there was a reason you decided to start a band with Leon Kennedy.

But, in moments like these, when you’re engaged in yet another screaming match in the studio, bandmates attempting to diffuse, it was hard to fathom there ever being a reason.

“I said again.”

“You’ve said again 15 times now, Leon.”

“Yeah and if you had done it right any of those times, I wouldn’t have to.”