'No,' he says, and it's firm.

'If you wanna talk about your stuff, that's up t'you. But I'm not...'

He sighs, and attacks his steak.

'Guppy's always in the infirmary. He's a mate, an' I told him...well, he saw me the other day. I'm not bloody goin' back in there, like a bloody nonce. And you don't tell 'em anythin' about me an' sleep.'

If there was ever a nancy problem to have, that's got to be number one.