“Pot, kettle, black!” Daniel frowns at Jake, his stubbornness veiling his face.  

“Okay, I admit, I fucked-up when it came to Emma. But look where we are now. Man up, Daniel. Leila isn’t always going to be available; some guy will swoop in while you’re busy chasing your own ass.” Jake leans back in his chair with one arm draped across my back, stroking my shoulder, the other arm lying casually on the table.  

Daniel sits up and tenses. “Look, can we drop ...