‘Are you? Or are you trying to convince yourself?’ Adam shook his head. ‘Still trying to please your father? Bit pathetic isn’t it?’
‘People could get hurt.’
‘And who’s fault is that?’
‘Don’t make this difficult.’
Adam reached for his hand. ‘It doesn’t have to be.’
Richard withdrew his hand sharpish. ‘Are you mad?!’
‘What? Did we magically get transported pre-nineteen sixty-seven?’
‘Compromise then?’
‘Meaning?’
‘We meet up.’
‘No - I don’t think so...’
‘Oh for goodness sake! Not like that - I said - platonic.’
‘I don’t know.’
Richard sighed. ‘Look - I know I’m partly to blame - but I don’t want to lose you altogether.’
Adam scraped his nail against his hand. ‘Come over later?’
‘No.’
‘Please?’
‘NoAdam.’
He said no and he meant it.