For later on.”

And in his fingers was the gold wrapper.

He had put a caramel bar in my hospital bag.

The foil made that small dry crackling noise as he turned it over in his hand, and I laughed properly, out loud, in a quiet house at half past five in the morning, and both of them kicked me at once.

“You are an absolute idiot,” I said.

“I’m organised,” he said.