"If I knew, I would have asked for a name clarity. My brother Michael booked it, he just sends me off to people sometimes. He's bad at communication, as you know. Go there, do this, don't forget to bring this and this. Sometimes at random." And Michael had not told him the name of the therapist, just that his was unable to work today so he had to go to a backup and sent an address. Bloody bastard.

"I mean, this is about right, I'm not even shocked. I'm surprised it's you and not like, I don't know, my fucking year seven teacher." And that bitch really hated him. God knows why. "We don't have to talk, I can chill for a few and then I have a brother to yell at so... busy day."

He smiled awkwardly at Holden and then eyed up his Ribena. He felt way too on edge to drink it. "Sorry about this."