"You have the patience of a toddler." Sam informed him before rolling his eyes and coming closer to Barty. What the fuck was he supposed to do. "I mean, he was taking the piss but some people do. That's life. That's freewill. And it sucks, Barty, it sucks that idiots are slow and people break laws and the moron who lives next door to me won't stop smoking weed, despite me telling him!"

That was just life and if Barty couldn't tolerate it, what was the hope? "You breathe, you think 'fucking hell' and then you get on with it. You can't meltdown all the time."

With a sigh, he reached out to Barty because all habits died hard and touched his shoulder. "He's gone. Hurry up or you'll have someone else cut in before you."