“This is what you’ve been so anxious about all week, isn’t it?” It’s not a question despite how it’s phrased; he knows it is. It hurts that she’s carried this alone for days but he knows now and they can do this together, whatever path Chrissy chooses to take.

“Your mum already hates me. This will… I don’t want things to be worst with her.” He sighs and fights down the bile in his throat when he asks; “do you want to… get rid of it?” Fuck he’d kill for a smoke.