“When my parents split up, I was just a teenager and I suppose I didn’t fully
understand what was happening. There were a lot of arguments. A lot of
tension.”
“Oh, Patrick.”
Lee’s arms tightened.
“I had terrible,
vivid nightmares. I even sleep-walked for a time. My parents appeared all the time
in dreams, moving away so I couldn’t catch them up. I’d wake up yelling, angry
and scared.” He cleared his throat, self-conscious now. “I was a more
imaginative creature as a kid.”
Lee sighed
gently against him. “You’re imaginative now. Just in a different way.”
Patrick smiled
over Lee’s head. “Thank goodness. Anyway, I grew out of the nightmares and
developed a more mature perspective about my parents. They were far more
pleasant people apart than together, and we all worked on access arrangements.
It was a very long time ago.”
“You’re not that
old, Mr Gruff.”
Patrick laughed
aloud. “And you’re not that young, idiot boy.”
Lee moved