“Why?” Colin asked for the hundredth time
It was late Christmas Day, or more likely early Boxing day. The two lay in bed, neither ready for sleep.
Colin and Martin had sat in the front room for hours talking with Avril and Harry. At first Colin had said he was cancelling the move to Australia. Avril and Harry had protested against that, while Martin had silently sat next to Colin.
“That decision isn’t just yours to make,” Harry said. “It affects Martin, too.”
Colin took Martin’s hand. “Sorry, love. I just, I…”
“It’s okay,” Martin soothed, knowing Colin had spoken purely on instinct. When he calmed down, Colin would look at things more rationally, and that would include asking for Martin’s input.
“You two need to go,” Avril put in. “I’ll be all right.”
“But, Mum,” Colin started.
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