"I got a living room." Bobby unlocked the door and let Aleister inside, showing him where the couch was. And, probably even more importantly, handing him a bunch of phone chargers. Hopefully one of them would do the trick. "I'll have a look at your car. Lemme..."

He could bother Matty again, but he had done it before. Besides, maybe Sam would have better manners. "Sammy!"

The boy came running a few seconds later, hair a mess and, yeah, he actually had a pen behind his ear. Really was a bit of a nerd. "Sammy, get the man something to drink, yeah? Be polite."

Sam nodded and then looked at Aleister, unsure what to make of him. "Do you want a beer?" Wait. Polite. "Sir."