On Saturday morning, they went to London.
It involved getting up stupidly early, and Jayden had to more-or-less steer a mostly-asleep Darren to the train station, through the barriers, and onto the train, capitulating and buying him a small cup of coffee in apology from the trolley when it came round, and then letting him settle against the window and doze off again. He’d had a late shift on Friday night, and maybe it was a bit unfair they couldn’t put it off, but it would be really rude and anyway, seeing the nutters Darren still called friends would take his mind off the doctor maybe. So Jayden didn’t feel too bad, especially when, as they pulled away from Basingstoke, Darren stirred sleepily, blinked at the icy world outside, and turned to slump against Jayden’s shoulder instead. He wa
