"He came to us," Malcolm said, pleased that he could gloat about this now. He had wanted to for ages. He didn't even care that Will had called him a cunt. "Told us how you still thought he was in love with you-"
"Fuck off, Mervyn!" Robin interjected, because he couldn't listen to this.
"Hey, he asked," Malcolm raised his hands in the air. "This barn was his idea. Mine and John's money, of course, but his idea. I can't believe none of you saw it coming."