‘It’s only fornication if it’s with someone other than me,’ he says, lightening the mood.
 
 I smile. ‘Is that right?’
 
 ‘Absolutely.’ He releases me. ‘You should’ve called. I would’ve picked you up.’
 
 ‘I needed the walk.’
 
 His eyes move between mine. ‘No good with your mum?’
 
 I shake my head.
 
 ‘Let’s get out of here,’ he says, looking both ways down the corridor.
 
 ‘But I haven’t seen your dad.’
 
 He looks back at me. ‘Not even the doctors want to see him.’
 
 I get it. Maggie’s funeral was yesterday, and many of them attended.
 
 ‘You forget that I was raised on a diet of forgiveness.’
 
 ‘Within a religion that shuns people who make mistakes?’
 
 ‘Exactly.’
 
 He drapes an arm around my shoulders as we head off down the corridor. ‘Stay close, and watch out for J-dubs armed with garlic.’