I’ve always thought I’d be first. I’m not sure why. He’d get on fine without me, after a while. I know he’d be heartbroken, but he’d get past it. He’s not bad in the kitchen and he’s got plenty of friends who’d rally round. But me, without him? I’m not sure I’d know how to go on. I think I’d just forget to eat lunch, or get out of bed, without him to rally me.
