“What is it with you two?” I said.
Chris took a deep breath, as if he’d decided finally to face up to an unpleasant duty. “Gaz only stutters when he’s out with us socially. Right?”
“Well, yes.”
Vince joined in. “He hates the stutter, but needs some time to control it. We talk over him so he can pull himself together. He asks us to.”
“Asks you to?” I was very, very confused. “But he’s okay when we’re on our own. At home, with only the two of us. He’s just nervous of being out in a group.”
Chris gave an impatient shake of his head. “Nah. It’s being out with you. It’s not nerves, you berk. It’s over-excitement.”
“What the hell’s the problem being out with me? What do you mean, over-excited?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Being out with you, like you’re together. Like you’re seen together. Like you’re a couple.”