Arran winced. "I'm not sure being clever has anything to do with it." Maybe, if he'd only been wrong about one of the most important people in his life, that could have been a mistake, but to be wrong about both of them at once left him wondering if he was just a shit judge of character. Maybe his conviction that Oliver wouldn't deliberately hurt him was wrong too - but that thought was honestly too uncomfortable to contemplate. Oliver couldn't let him down like that, he just couldn't.
He snorted a laugh at Oliver's comparrison. "What, wise and fat?" he asked, leaning over to slap Oliver's very solid stomach. "Alright then, Buddha, tell me this - who's going to take it worse, Lottie or Celia?" Because Arran had to tell them. Probably before his birthday. He just didn't know where to start. "Or mum. Do I have to tell mum?" It wasn't as if Evelyn was likely to run into Roger, maybe Arran could get away with not telling her.