"I have trouble letting go of things." Sam knew that was true or he wouldn't still have his dad's jacket stashed in the same wardrobe too. Besides, he had known Barty since they were 15 and he had loved him not much longer after that. When they finally did get together, it felt incredible. Removing Barty from his life was near impossible. So what if he kept his hoodie and sometimes slept with it. It was how he coped.

Sam finished pulling on his shirt and then sat on the bed, his pyjama pants in his hands.

"Apparently I've started. Bad timing there." He smiled sadly and then shrugged his shoulders. "You can sleep around, it's your business."