Did the world go bloody mental after I left?

[Still, there was a part way deep down, way down there inside him that didn't like seeing her upset. Which sort of bothered him because he didn't care. Right? Grumbling, he reached for the pack he'd pulled out and lit a fresh cigarette, watching her suspiciously over the plume of smoke.]

Alright then, Slayer. Fill me in. How did I go from wanting to wring your neck to saving the bloody world, eh?