"Jesus, John..." Annoyed by the way he seemed to spill everything but the things she'd really wanted to know, Kit nevertheless couldn't bring herself to be properly angry with him. He looked so... well, miserable, sitting there. Liked he'd finally lost himself in his thoughts. She was struck with the uncomfortable idea that - whatever this was - she had done it to him; she was the reason he'd come to Ireland.

So it was with some degree of calm, at least, that she managed to ask, "Were you really expectin' me to believe that you came all the way to Belfast, for the first time in your bloody life, and you don't remember why?"