Leaving him?[ he looks at him as though he's surprised, like that had never really entered his mind, to think that he might do that. Why? For him? That doesn't seem right. That can't be right, can it?

He lifts a hand and rubs his face, before shifting a little, taking a breath. ]

You know this bloke at work. Andrew. He's my cousin actually, which is kind of weird I know. He thinks I'm bisexual or some shit. I told him I'm not. It's not like that. [ he says the word bisexual as though its one he doesn't quite believe is a real word, and he's not sure if he's starting this properly, or what he's starting even ]