[ Pretending like it doesn't get to him is the only way he can keep going. Keep doing the things he's done. That isn't even touching on the shitty childhood that drove him into the arms of Annie and then the occult. This life, no matter where it has led, saved his.

He's said far less kind things to people he's known longer and might have once cared about more. Des, for instance. ]

You're rubbish at lying.

[ And sleep? Sleep is a terrible idea at the moment. ]

I need to call Chas. He'll whinge enough as it is that I didn't try to get in touch already.