[ This feels like it's probably not real, like he's about to wake up or a camera crew are going to jump out and say it's some elaborate set up for a tv show. Either way, it can't be real, can it? But look how he's shaking, he has that fear in his eyes, like he's worried that he's made a mistake. Matt wants to help, he really does, but he doesn't really know how.

So he reaches for something. Anything. A truth, something to give him, even if it's ridiculous. ]

Do you remember when I was taking those extra shifts at the bar? [ It's a marker, another way of saying 'after Sally' ] And you started seeing that guy, that Ben? There was this one night you brought him back to the flat and went to bed. I mean you know what the walls were like there, right? I could hear you fucking. Hear him fucking you. Hear you. And I... [ he shifts a bit awkwardly, why the hell is he telling this story? ] Well I sort of rubbed one off to it.