He shuts his eyes, and swallows hard. This is more difficult than he thought. Yesterday, it was easy. Everything hurt so much, this took a backseat. Everything still hurts, but she's told him she wants him regardless of what she knows, and she proves it every time she kisses him. But that doesn't mean she always will. It doesn't change the fundamental problem.

'Bols...I don' know if you'll remember, or maybe I've got it wrong. But the night you ended up with that yuppie twat - seemed to me like I had an invitation, there. Or somethin' like one. I don' know if you would've followed through.'

He'd had no doubts it was an invitation at the time, but memory has proved an unreliable master recently.

'I did the right thing 'cos you were pissed. An' I'm doing it now 'cos you're...well, it seems like taking advantage.'

Neither of them are really in a normal state of mind, and he so badly doesn't want to get this wrong.

'And because - I don' want to be something you use to make yourself feel better, if you're gonna wake up in a month or two, an' realise you don't need me any more.'