He's shaking his head long before she finishes talking. He takes the drink though. It lasts about two seconds, and he goes to get himself a refill.

'Our old man had died, thankfully. Just him an' our mam, and he was already on drugs. Me in some...bloody field, somewhere.'

He's choking up a bit now, and doesn't care.

'An' they never knew. You're tellin' me that wouldn't...'

He takes a breath, and drags on his cigarette fiercely.

'We were always close. It was me an' him. He looked after me, an'...'

He looks down. If he thinks about his mother left on her own, never knowing what happened to either one of her boys...it's just not fair.

None of it is fair.