"Yes, it bothers me. Leave the boy alone." He wasn't jealous, he was concerned. Of course he was. It was so complicated. He didn't wish isolation on Barty, it wasn't his fault but he didn't want to deal with him, he didn't want the burden and he couldn't stand the idea of anyone else suffering it. "You loved me and you hurt me, imagine what you'd do to anyone else. And yeah, sometimes you didn't know but you fucking knew other times."

Barty wasn't naive and especially by the end, he had been controlling and cruel. Desperation was no excuse to how he acted. "His name is William Priest. He was in the system for years, has a criminal record. Lovely lad. Nicking traffic cones, getting into fights and drug possession. He's not -- not got the best psychological profile." There, he said it as tactfully as he could. "You'll be bad influences on each other."