He chucks the butt of his fag into the nearest urinal and leans back, his hands shoved in his pockets. He should get back. She can't seem to stop clinging to him at the moment, which is both gratifying and suffocating in equal measure.

He knows what the answer is. He needs to go home. But he can't, because if he does he might never see her again, and he can't stand the idea of that. He can't stand the idea of being here either, but at least there's Alex. So, basically...there's nothing he can do. Just put it up with it.

He pulls in a deep breath, holds it, and lets it out over his teeth. It'll be OK. Just keep going. That's all any of them can ever do.

He looks a bit more relaxed when he sits down opposite her again. Not by much, but a little bit.

''nother tea?'

He's having one.