"So, talk me through the whole thing between you and Hilary Clarke?" I ask, still not understanding that part of the story.

"Will it make me sound like a complete dickhead if I say that she was merely a distraction?" Will mutters, his eyes downcast, like he knows my disapproving answer before I give it. "Yeah, thought so. But that's what it was."

"A distraction you dated for five years?" I questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Not my finest hour," Will says, rubbing his tired eyes. "We broke up, by the way."

"When?"

"The night of your birthday," Will speaks quietly, looking across at me. "Hilary heard me threatening Nicholas and said that I had to choose between her, and you. Do you need me to spell out which girl I chose?"