16th March 2015
“Okay,” Ali said when the bus peeled into the city centre. “Where now?”
“Depends what you feel like.”
Ali blew upwards into his hair. His arm itched from the blood sample they’d taken. “I feel,” he said slowly, “like…like forgetting about it. Can we just…pretend like this is four or five years ago and we’re just dossing about like we used to?”
“What, before you decided we should live together and I was the man of your dreams?”
Ali snorted as they dropped down off the bus. It was raining, and he slid his hands into his pockets and eyed the steel-grey sky sourly. “Maybe after that bit,” he said. “Let’s go to a cafe.”
“Let’s be sappy and go to that Costa where we started.”
Ali laughed and watched Yazid’s face light up under the rain. “Okay,” he said, and let himself be
