Mungo shrugged. He extended his arm and held out his index finger, he spun slowly. “Say when.” It was the first smile James had given him that day. It was small and it was crooked but it gave off more brightness than the doocot skylight above them. “Ye’re a fuckin’ eejit.” He watched Mungo spin for several revolutions. “Awright, awright. Stop.”
This is remarkably sweet
