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Kieran has many faults, but he always knows how to make people feel comfortable. When I woke up in his bed this morning I was expecting it to be awkward. But he’s already downstairs, making coffee and breakfast.
‘Morning. You want something to eat?’ he says, in a way which sounds friendly and comforting, yet not are we back together now? I think even he knows that isn’t on the cards. At least I hope so.
‘I’ll be alright,’ I say. ‘I’ll grab something on the way into work to eat there. I’ll be late otherwise.’
The atmosphere takes on an awkward feel.
‘Listen,’ Kieran says. ‘I don’t want you to feel that we have to—’
‘No, I know,’ I reply, putting on my boots and scarf.
‘I just didn’t want you to think that I—’
‘It’s fine, Kieran. Honestly. We’re both adults. I’m sure we’ll manage.
