"Oh, yeah. It was before anything between us. I told, I passed out on that bed and woke up in the Inn, no idea what happened. Maybe Alistair carried me home? He kept threatening to."

He shuffles his chair closer to hers and wraps an arm around her shoulders. "No one's prepared for this. Place like this changes a lot of things. Not least of all the being in each other's pockets all the time. I'm finding it hard and I've lived in Matt's pockets for ten years. You need to have a chat, but if you want a mediator, or support, I'm here, okay? I can be there if you want, or be there for after if you need."