Proper pubs were the best pubs, so Callum had no reason to argue with Catherine about where she'd chosen to have dinner. Pretty much everywhere they went, he could find something that he liked. You know, for the most part.
He wrinkled his nose, "I just wanted to get away from home..." Away from his dad. "Hollywood was too far away. London was just a train ride away. My friends were all older and they were coming here, so I did too. It was a fucking incredible place. I just had no money. And I was stupid."
He looked over at Catherine with a smile, "your brain had better never be ripped apart by a horrible death, yeah?" He leaned in and snuggled more against Catherine when she rested her head against his arm.
"It was a bit embarrassing," he teased with a soft smile as he glanced down toward her, "but you know I'd been wanting to ask you long before that... I just.. it was never the right time. And then.." he shrugged gently, "then, it just sort of.. I dunno. Came out." And Catherine was right. Planned moments rarely went accordingly.
He sighed, "I fuckin' hope not.. I wasn't doing anything there... I went to work, I drank, and I came home.. At least now when I do that, it's in different places, and it's with you."