"Him being sick doesn't exactly impact how he dresses, that he's rich or that you don't like him. I guess I didn't foresee you having an issue with him not eating much in the ten minutes you bothered staying during dinner." Sam let that out quickly and then he caught himself, taking a deep breath while shaking his head. He adjusted his hat and then looked at Matty.

"He's got leukaemia. He's in remission, so he's not dying of it any more or anything, but the aftereffects of it and of the treatment never go away entirely. He still takes meds and needs check-ups and stuff too." There, he wasn't sure what else to say to that. "He's been stuck in hospital a lot of his life. His father never visited. He's not like you think. He's funny and he's a dick a lot of the time and he's had a fucking hard life and he loves me. I know he loves me. And I love him."