Carefully Raphael took the glass from him, only spilling a little over the sides. The nightclothes were a relief; he felt as though he could finally breathe and relax.

"I can drink it," he mumbled, embarrassed. Surely he hadn't had that much... but perhaps he had. It wasn't as if his memory of the previous night was clear, exactly.

As he sipped the water, Frankie came over and sat on his lap. He would have petted him, but he needed both hands to keep the glass steady.

"Sorry to be such a bother," he whispered.