Forsyth sat on a chair near his window, he had a stick between his lips as he gazed out of the window. The weather was musky and chilling. It was pouring.
His door slid open and Sean stepped inside. He was drained.
"What the Fuck, Forsyth," He walked nearer to Forsyth and grabbed him by the collar, his eyes were blazing. "Who the Fuck put that idea in your skull?"
Forsyth did nothing to get Sean's hand off him. He gave him a blank look which made Sean more annoyed. "Why did you do that? Huh?" Sean was furious.
Yet, Forsyth did not attempt to speak. So, Sean flung him across the room. Forsyth hit the wall with a bang.