He can feel her watching him and it’s horribly uncomfortable. He feels under no compulsion to speak any more of it - she made her feelings perfectly clear there, to his mind. But he does like her so, after another few minutes of silence, decides to help her out.

‘I can bloody hear you thinkin’ nonsense over there. I said don’ worry about it, didn’ I? I’ll go home an’ give th’ missus one instead. S’no hardship.’

Seeing as she brought up his wife, he can too. And while he didn’t really mean to infer that Kate would just be another shag - because he does think more of her than that - this just seems easier all ‘round.



This is the first time in his life he’s been glad that High Noon is not a long film.