"How? What am I supposed to do? Work, then go out for a pint, and then I'll go find someone to shag. Maybe I'll tell you all about it in the morning, yeah?" he asked. "Of course not. It can't work."
He looked at Charlie, frowning. "And I am? I've tried to come up with anything to make this work. I suggested marriage, which is something I've never considered with anyone else. Anything, I would have done anything to make this work, but I can't ruin my reputation as a keeper. Not that."
Callum turned off the stove, before something went on fire, and because he needed something to do. He raised his head, staring at the tent. "I can't. I'm not going to make it, Charlie. I can't stay this close to you and keep sane. It hurts to know that the one person that means something other than my family is so close and we can't be any more than colleagues. You don't understand, Charlie. You have family, friends, a life. I have nothing here. I'm out of my time, my social circles. My parents are gone, my friends are gone. I've got nothing. You- whatever we had gave me a reason to stay sane, and being here, now, makes it worse."