He doesn't understand and Maeve rolls her eyes fondly, then holds her hand out for the bottle he'd brought with them. For the most part, she's not an excessive drinker, but tonight feels like the sort of night when she kind of needs to be a little bit drunk.

"That isn't what I mean," she says. "I'm only trying to tell you why this stuff freaks me out. Why maybe I'm so bad at it. I like you a lot and it scares the shit out of me, because everyone fucks off. Everyone. My dad, my mum, my brother, my best friend. Any time anyone knows me or I get attached, they fuck off and I'm not saying you'll do that, but there's a pattern in my life. And it scares the shit out of me."