"He didn't touch the food cause it's difficult for him to have an appetite and we were shouting angrily in Spanish so he felt anxious on top of that." And Sam had made Harry eat some later that evening, night by then, just so he could feel slightly less guilty about that. "You're damn right we don't have issues like him. Certainly never seen you lack an appetite."

Neither did Sam, obviously. They had always been hungry boys. "We are in love, Matty. He is not stringing me along."

He opened the door after undoing his seatbelt, then decided to go for it. "And he's got cancer."

That said, he got out of the car, axe in hand, taking a few steps away to look at the trees.