Sam stood there feeling like he had received a beating. He hadn't wanted to think too much about how bad it might be to come back and come across Matty, but this was worse than he'd have thought it could be. "Sorry."

He said to Harry, unsure what else to say. "He's not really like that. I swear, he's... Fuck."

Quickly, he headed for the stares and bolted up them, presumably so Harry wouldn't see him cry.

Bobby looked after him for a moment, then he shrugged and looked at Harry. "Do you want to check on him? Because I'd get it if you want to sit it out."