Chibs stares at him as he paces the room.
Tig stops and turns to face him. Then he glares.
"The fuck are you looking at?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Chibs forces a grin.
With a scoff, Tig crosses his arms, turns to the window.
"Nice night for a drink, eh?" Chibs says, breaking the awkward silence.
"You mean a good night to get some pussy?"
Chibs fixes him with a firm gaze.
"I don't give a fuck if ye're gay, Tig. Shut up 'bout it already."
"It ain't normal!"
Chibs stands abruptly and pulls him into a one-arm embrace.
"It's normal, dumbass," Chibs finally whispers into his curly hair.