Monk blinked at that. He hadn't considered it from that angle before, actually — when Ewan said things like well, why didn't you do something about it? it seemed perfectly reasonable for Monk to take some share of the blame. Framed like this it was... decidedly less reasonable. But where did that leave him? He wasn't going to walk away from Ewan tonight. He probably wasn't going to walk away from Ewan at all, not unless he had someplace better to go. He wasn't keen on going back to a shared room provided by a day labor gig, any more than he was keen on going back to day labor. He could try to find someone else to shack up with, he supposed, but there was no knowing whether they'd be any better than Ewan... and they might even be worse.

"Yeah, whatever," he mumbled, flushing. He just wanted this interaction to be over... though he was grateful for the replacement beer.

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