"I hardly think I'll drink myself to death. I'll be punched to death first," he said sourly. "I just..." Callum sighed deeply, twiddling the mug in his hands. There was no easy way to go about it, or express it but as it had been playing on his mind for several days he saw an opportunity to tell his - well whatever Antony was to him.
"Now this is not me getting sentimental, okay, heaven forbids that among many other things, but - I miss my family. You know, I miss being called 'Alastair' and I know there's no chance of visiting them, they won't accept me, but I was a disappointment to my parents and now I don't want to be a disappointment to you.. that's all. You're kind of... my life now." He raised his eyes embarassedly to Antony. "So to speak."