"Oh, wow that's great of you," Terry said, dropping the coins bad into his pocket and looking really very pleased. He hadn't expected all the warm kindness from anyone other than his friends, to be honest. He'd been so miserable in the last few years of life, that he'd pushed a good many people away. His boyfriend, some of Anthony's family, really anyone who wasn't Mike or Ant or Sally. But in this world, no one had seen him retreat. No one questioned his return. It was nice. "Can I offer you a drink, then, Peter Not-Corner? I know there's a pub, and I've got a few bottles at my house."