I’m going to buy your train ticket. And what’s more, I’m coming with you.” He handed me a handkerchief. “Your nose is running.” I blinked, cleared my throat, and made an inelegant noise. “You would do that for me?” “Hand you a handkerchief?” He smiled. “Of course.” “Don’t jest.” “Sorry.” “You would come with me?” “Of course I’m coming with you. Don’t be daft. My friends do not go to war alone.”
