I stare at him, letting the words settle inside my head. Even in my Guinness-fugged brain, I can see that he’s absolutely right. Yet again I was shifting the responsibility for my actions off myself and onto someone else. I feel guilt and shame tag-team me sharply in the chest. ‘You’re right,’ I murmur. ‘You’re totally right.’

‘You don’t have to sound so surprised,’ Harv says sniffily. ‘I do have my moments.’ He picks up the full pint and takes a swig.

I can’t stop myself smiling. ‘I thought Guinness was worse for you than a Zinger Burger?’

He wipes his foamy top lip. ‘These are extreme circumstances.’

I almost laugh, before I remember just how extreme these circumstances are.

‘So listen,’ I say. ‘Can I stay at yours tonight?’

‘Yeah, man, of course. Stay for as long as you want.’

‘Really? I’m not going to get in the way of you and your fitness instructor Tinder girl, am I?’

‘Nah. I’m not sure that’s a long-term thing anyway, to be honest.’

‘OK. Thanks, man. Seriously. I really appreciate it.’

‘No worries. Of course.’

I breathe out shakily and lean back in my chair. For Harv, it was only last night that we were sitting in this exact same spot while I wrestled internally with how to lay my emotions bare in front of him. This time, there’s no need to wrestle. I’m drunk and broken and it all just spills out.

‘What the fuck am I going to do, Harv?’ I slur.

He shifts awkwardly in his seat. I can tell before he even opens his mouth that he’s going to reach for the tried-and-tested banter to put out this fire. ‘Come live with me permanently,’ he deadpans. ‘It’ll be like old times. We’ll get some goldfish, name them after rappers. Sit around playing FIFA all day in our pants. It’ll be great.’

I attempt a laugh, but it gets swallowed by a strangled sob. I can feel my eyes starting to prickle again. I’m going to break down in front of him, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

‘I think my marriage is over,’ I whisper. And as I hear myself say the words, the cold, hard reality of them hits me like a truck. All this jumping about through time has been for nothing. All it’s done has made me realise how much I love Daphne. But now I’m here – back in the real world, where actions actually have consequences – and I’ve screwed it all up.

I’ve lost her. Maybe for good.

I put a hand over my eyes, but I can feel the tears leaking through my fingers.

‘Sorry, man …’ I mutter.