The thought of Tal going back up to Manchester made his chest tighten. But if it turned out to be best for her, then he'd buy the bus ticket himself. But she was probably right: wouldn't work that well.
The idea of therapy hadn't really crossed his mind and he felt a little stupid about it suddenly. "No," he admitted, "though maybe I should have. Might have saved a whole lot of trouble going down. Is it working for you?"