– You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead. No, sorry.
– Molly, please don’t feel the need to make conversation. It’s really not your area.
– When he was... dying, he was always cheerful; he was lovely – except when he thought no-one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.
– Molly...
– You look sad... when you think he can’t see you. Are you okay? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.
– You can see me.
– I don’t count. What I’m trying to say is that, if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me. No, I just mean... I mean if there’s anything you need... It’s fine.
– What-what-what could I need from you?
– Nothing. I dunno. You could probably say thank you, actually.
— ... Thank you.
– I’m just gonna go and get some crisps. Do you want anything? It’s okay, I know you don’t.
– Well, actually, maybe I’ll...
– Not necessary, I know.