"Because. Because...I love him. He takes care of me and I take...took. took care of him," he said, slowly sinking to the corner of the bed as the weight of it finally, finally hit him. All that was behind him. The mornings in bed. The fish and chips. Snogging in the car.

You knew it was coming, John. At least he's probably not dead.

Not helping, Chas, he thought.