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Thanks for mentioning it.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I'm sure you can.

"Will I drink it?"

is the question you should be asking.

- Would you?

- No.

But maybe that's 'cause I just bought this one.

If you bought me another, it'd go flat

and the ice would melt

before I'd had a chance to take a sip.

Or maybe it's 'cause I hate the very sight of you.

- Do you?

- Maybe.

Can I sit down and wait till your glass

is empty, see how the theory pads out?

- That depends.

- On?

- What you want.

- Just wanna sit down.

Don't you wanna have sex with me?

Well, it's been over a year, Harvey,

and like you wanted to say, I do look good.

Or do you just wanna talk about your feelings?

I'm sure it's been a while since

you've been able to open up emotionally.

Or are you going to apologise for being

the absolute prick that broke my heart?

How about all three?

Come back to bed.

I won't be able to walk around the ward.

- No, to sleep.

- My shift starts in half an hour.

Made you a cup of tea, though.

It's the middle of the night,

for Christ's sake. Can't you call in sick?

It's 7:
30, and, no, I can't.

It'll take half the day to walk back to the estate.

Trust you to inconvenience matters by moving.

Too many people I don't wanna see on that estate.

I know the feeling.

I left you my number with that cup of tea.

I've really gotta go.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Dempsey? She's gone, mate.

What time do you call this?

- You've got all my stuff.

- I know.

Thought Mum chucked it all in the skip before she left.

We saw her do it, so me and Charlie

got it all back and fetched it here.

You never told me.

I wanted it to be a surprise,

see the smile on your little face.

If I'd known you'd be banging round in the

middle of the night, I'd have thought twice.

- Thanks, mate.

- Say it with tea.

Lots of tea.

With lots and lots of sugar in it.

Hang your stuff up there, mate.

- Where you off to?

- For a sh*t.

- What time is it?

- Half nine.

Kitchen's there. See you at ten.

- Why are you not talking still?

- Don't you f***ing start.

You f***er.

Shut up, you d*ckhead, and read the pap...

- Ey up, Harvey.

- You two lovebirds still bickering?

- All right?

- Come and sit next to me, pal.

Pretty face like yours, 12 months inside,

oh, it must hurt to sit.

Already had this one from Dempsey.

You thieving little bastard.

You know that's my joke.

- You should've picked him up in your car.

- I don't have a car.

- My fault, is it?

- F*** off.

So, the engagement's back on, then?

The way she ran out this morning,

I wouldn't bet your pension on it.

- Cold shoulder?

- No.

I don't know. Doesn't matter. I won't be

around long enough to make a go of it anyway.

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