“Hey, Gerard?” “Yeah, Claire?” “Do you need time?” “Time for what?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged and readjusted the knot holding my cardigan to my waist. “Caoimhe said that you need lots of time and that we’re to leave you alone.” “No, no, don’t go,” he blurted out, snatching up my hand in his. “Okay?” “I wasn’t going anywhere, silly,” I chuckled, staring down at how his hand made my hand look super tiny. “I would never leave you, Gerard.”
