“Better?” Adrian asked, quietly, drawing away.
“Yes. Thanks.” Percy didn’t really want him to let go. He stifled the thought and said, “Glasses are in the top cupboard.”
“Brandy?” Adrian asked.
“God, please,” Percy said with feeling.
Adrian took the bottle and the glasses over to the settee and put them on the coffee table in front of it. “Come and sit down. We can watch The Sky at Nightwhile we eat.”
Percy turned off the radio and brought the plates over. “Here you go,” he said, putting them down as Adrian fiddled with the telly.
They ate in virtual silence, punctuated by Patrick Moore’s lugubrious lecturing voice in the background. It was familiar and soothing and Percy felt himself come back down from the edge of wherever he’d been balanced, no longer poised to fall.
He was surprised to find that he ate all the fish and chips, in short order. He put the plate down on the low table and pushed it away, then opened the brandy and poured two generous glasses.