Slow to react, Sam stared at the paused picture on the telly for a moment, before turning his head to look at Jesse. He had to process that statement for a bit, but then he realised what the bloke was saying. "Wait, when did I become Liz all of a sudden?" he asked with a grin. "Is your mum's name Barbara? Anyway, I don't think she put it quite like that, mate." His mum certainly wouldn't have. Such language was a big no-no with her. Even if her kids were all grown up now. Mostly.
But that just reminded him of his manners and all, so he added, "Tell her that's very kind, but I certainly don't want to impose." Nor did he want the sympathies of a family that wasn't his. He wanted his family, goddamn it. And his friends and his old flat and his Mary. And his country. His city. His local.
Fuck.
He reached for a chocolate and bit into it, discovering a raspberry filling. "Bloody hell, that's good."