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Marcus is, thank God, also the same when Tim offers him dinner and Marcus looks at him like he’s made a dish out of sewage and rotten meat than out of perfectly fresh vegetables and organic beef. “I’ll be in my room doing homework,” Marcus declares after dinner, and immediately walks off again.

Tim nods to himself. Perfectly normal. He glances at his phone, there’s missed calls from Caitlin, Philip, Judith and Paula. He’s ignoring them because he’s seen the text messages, and quite frankly, they’re rather worrying. He’s not sure why Caitlin keeps texting him about what a naughty girl she is and how she needs punishment, or why Philip texts him to say he wants to climb him like Mount Kilimanjaro. He hasn’t even read Paula’s texts except for the first one, the one he deleted immediately and the one he still can’t stop shuddering over.

There’s an impatient knock on the door, and Tim glances at the clock. Only a few minutes past seven. He goes to open the door, and Chris is still wearing his work uniform, his badge proudly proclaiming he’s Allah. “Chris,” Tim mutters, looking vaguely disapproving.

Chris looks down at his badge, shrugs, then looks up at Tim, raising an eyebrow at him still wearing his tie. “Tim,” he says.

“I know, I know,” he mutters, and pulls at his tie to loosen it and pull off. He then opens the top few buttons of his shirt, and sighs with relief. Much better. “Come in.”

Chris stares at him for a moment, then blinks, nods, and enters the hallway. “Right,” he says. “Right, so, why did you finally realise the world is mad?”

“It’s a long story,” Tim says, leading them into the livingroom and watching as Chris settles on the sofa. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” Chris replies, and flicks through the newspaper as Tim walks into the kitchen. He repeats the question when Tim returns to bring him his coffee.

Tim hesitates before telling him about the Examiner, and Chris sniggers at that. “I don’t have bad breath,” he says, and leans closer to Chris to breathe pointedly in his face. “I don’t!” He leans back to frown at Chris, who looks more than a little dazed. “I don’t, right?” he asks again.

“Hmm,” Chris says eventually, looking at his coffee again. “What – what else?” he asks.

Tim then explains about Caitlin, and Chris’ eyes narrow. His jaw clenches when Tim explains about Paula, and he puts down the coffee mug angrily, spilling on the table when Tim mentions Judith and Philip’s suggestion. “So, what do you think?”

Chris looks at him, his eyes furious. “I think they’re all complete bastards.”

“That’s a bit harsh,” Tim replies, slightly surprised by Chris’ reaction, and the way he’s clenching his fists. “Caitlin’s perfectly nice, just a bit… odd.” It really doesn’t seem like her to do what she did today.

Chris blinks, and sags a little, his shoulders hunch and he grabs the coffee again, wrapping his hands around it. “Right,” he mutters quietly. “She’s nice. Of course she is.”

“You two should meet,” he says. Caitlin and Chris probably would get along, in as far Chris gets along with anyone. Better than Judith and Chris, at any rate.

Chris just mutters something as he drinks from his coffee.

Marcus then enters the livingroom. “He has his own home, right?” he asks, looking at Chris.

“Yes, Marcus, but Chris is my friend,” Tim tells him, then gets up to get Marcus his usual herbal tea and organic biscuit. “Friends visit friends occasionally.”

“Occasionally, not every night,” Marcus says, then sits on a chair to glare at Chris, who glares back.

They’re still glaring when Tim puts the biscuit and tea in front of Marcus, then Tim sits back down next to Chris. “So, what do you think?” he asks. “Of their behaviour?”

“Whose behaviour?” Marcus demands, and Tim sighs. He gives his son an abridged account, censoring Judith’s and Philip’s behaviour. Marcus merely raises an eyebrow. “Have you questioned your own sanity?” he asks. “Because I have.”
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