For a long moment, he just looks at her. Yeah, this cuts. Does she really, truly, have to ask?
...yeah, of course she does. And no, he doesn’t want to answer the question. He has no way of guessing how she’ll react. Badly, and it’s all over. Well, and...he can’t let himself believe this will go well. He can hope, but that’s it. And he knows where hope usually gets a man.
‘Sam Tyler was a friend of mine. Bloody irritating friend most of the time, it has to be said.’
He looks to the side, then down. Not at her face.
‘But I learned more from him,’ now he looks up, ‘than I’ve ever learned from anybody I’ve ever met.’
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...yeah, of course she does. And no, he doesn’t want to answer the question. He has no way of guessing how she’ll react. Badly, and it’s all over. Well, and...he can’t let himself believe this will go well. He can hope, but that’s it. And he knows where hope usually gets a man.
‘Sam Tyler was a friend of mine. Bloody irritating friend most of the time, it has to be said.’
He looks to the side, then down. Not at her face.
‘But I learned more from him,’ now he looks up, ‘than I’ve ever learned from anybody I’ve ever met.’
He’s got a lot to thank Sam for.
‘He was strong, decent, a brilliant copper.’