[ Why's he so good to him? Why isn't he angry for that little outburst? He should be. Matt'd get it. But he's not, because he's him, like some calming influence to stop him boiling over. ]

I miss all that, y'know? [ he says, not looking back just yet, speaking quiet and ducking his head down slightly. ] Everything we used to do.

You remember when we met? First day, queuing up for those passes. You were the complete opposite to anybody I knew. Never thought we could be friends. This smiling Welsh kid who got uppity when I cut in front of him. h[ e laughs, seems so long ago now ]