"My hero again." He took the towel from Bobby, brushing their fingers, as he wrapped it up and placed it against his lip. He looked curiously at the other, wondering what his story was. Killed his dad. How? Why? He assumed the usual - after all, he had met his own fair share of arsehole fathers to know there was always good reason. "You say you try to please no one but I'm pretty damn well pleased."

What a lucky soul he was, to have Bobby taking care of him. "When do I get to see you again? Promise me that this isn't the only time I get you alone."