"Probably not, no. Which is why you shouldn't be in Cardiff. Moron." He wasn't going to let this stupid breakfast thing go because he waited in line so he was having it. He gripped Barty's jacket and yanked him away from where he was standing, shoving him back towards the counter. He looked at the woman and offered her a half smile. "He wants coffee. Dark roast, almond milk."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out some change and gave her the money for the coffee and the extra went into the tip jar. Maybe if he got him a coffee and reasoned with him, Barty would just fuck off and then he didn't have to think about him.

Yeah, right. As if that happened. As if that could ever happen. "Go back to London, drop the bloke off that you're with and stay away from him."