The wind was up, and Jayden huddled into his coat as it tore icy fingers through his hair. He felt jittery and miserable and wanted to go to London too or not let Darren go at all. Despite Darren’s best efforts, Jayden had slept badly, the nightmare half-returning a half-dozen times and waking him to wrap himself around Darren and check his arms for the thousandth time, and now he just felt…crap.
“Okay.” Darren plucked his tickets out of the machine and paced across the concourse towards the barriers. “You’re coming for eleven on Saturday?”
“Yeah.”
Darren stopped. “What’s up.” It wasn’t really a question.
“Nothing.”
“Pull the other one.”
Jayden shifted and sighed. “I’m just…on edge a little bit.”
“Stop worrying,” Darren said, unusually gently.
“I can’t,” Jayden said flatly. “You’ve
