I rested my head on his shoulder. “If it helps, so am I.”

That earned a soft laugh.

“Next time you’re like, Lucien, you’ve left your mug out again, I can be like, Yeah, well, at least I didn’t ruin my father’s funeral.”

“Ah.” He put an arm around me. “What a joy our life together shall be.” There was a slight pause. “Assuming, that is, you still want to.”

“Want to what?” I asked. “Leave my mug out?”

“Have a life together.” Another of those tense little pauses. “I’m just aware that…this has been a lot. That I’ve, perhaps, been a lot.”

I gave him an unhelpfully angled eye roll. “Oliver. It’s not your job to make being with you convenient for me. Just like it’s not my job to make being with me convenient for you. Which is good because if it was my job, I’d have been fucking fired ages ago.”

“Being with you is…is…” He broke off for what felt like an unflattering long time. “I sometimes don’t know what I’d do without you. Again,” he followed up hastily, “not in a suicidal ideation way…”

“You know,” I said, “I’m getting increasingly worried you feel the need to clarify that.”

“I’m a barrister. Clarity is my job. And what I’m saying is obviously I’d cope without you because wonderful as you are, I like to think this isn’t a codependent relationship. But I’d rather not have to. My life is more interesting with you in it, and you make me a worse person.”

“Um.” I sat up. “Thanks?”

“That sounded…more flattering in my head.”

“How did it sound in your head?” I asked. “You just told me I make you worse. As in, less good.”

“I thought it would be a sort of…witty, Wildean reversal.”

“How do you ever win a case? Do you stand in front of the jury and say, You should send this guy to prison—psyche!”

“What I meant to say…” Oliver was using his you’re-being-mean-to-me-and-I-secretly-like-it voice, which was just different enough from his you’re-being-mean-to-me-and-I-very-much-don’t-like-it voice that we’d avoided some major misunderstandings. “Is that I’ve spent a lot of my life living by a set of rules that I never really interrogated and you make me interrogate them. I would never have been able to do what I did today without you, and maybe I shouldn’t have, maybe it was a dreadful mistake, but I’m inordinately grateful that I was able to do it.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to not melt into a pile of squish and then drain away in the drizzle. “So I’m your helpful shoulder demon.”

Oliver nodded. “Intermittently helpful.”

“I will very much take that.”