As they reached the car, Cai pulled his hands from his pockets where they'd been safely hidden. "Because of Greg?" he asked, though he wasn't really asking a question, just talking. "You really think it's him? Not that I'm doubting you - sorry, dumb questions all round." He rolled his eyes at himself; Cai wasn't too worried about his own ramblings, hoping that it would mean Danny was less anxious about his.

Rambling wasn't a bad thing. Streams of consciousness were beautiful, fascinating, revealing things. This wasn't a concept that Cai could quite put into words, but he hoped Danny would understand that he didn't have to apologise for speaking.