"I tried to make you jealous," Will states. He looks up at me from under his long eyelashes and tries to gauge my emotions. I sit, rigidly, and motioned for him to continue. "After five years, I was giving up all hope, so I thought maybe I could give you a nudge. So, on World Book Day, I sat with Hilary Clarke."

I nod. "I remember. I also remember running out of the classroom so I could cry in the bathroom."

"If it's any consolation," Will grimaces. "I had a cry after, too."