"Is that really your last name?" he murmurs, looking from their hands to his eyes again and back, squeezing slightly. "And no, no. I don't know what I'll do, Arthur. I really don't bloody know but I've drank a bottle of sodding scotch and my arm's killing me so you can't really expect any proper logic. But, fuck this. Fuck, if you try and close yourself up I am not giving up, I will drive you insane, I will turn all your notes into cranes and wear all the hats."