a true champion of love, a casanova of the twenty-first century, but his ease in finding new flings, new partners, does not mean that dear courferyac, the centre and heart of their little group, does not escape the pain of it breaking. no, he feels it all so deeply, the ache might as well break a rib or two. ‘ turns out she had a boyfriend ... i was the other guy. ’ it pains him to think of the hurt he’s caused, albeit unintentional, bringing hand up to split lip. he feels shitty, but he’s not going to voice his sadness to his best friend just yet, not while he can keep up a semblance of his usual exterior. ‘ but hey, does the busted lip make me look all sexy and tough ? ’