"I don't reckon you could let me talk to him, could you?" Probably not. Not officially a spouse or anything other than a business partner. Employee, technically. That was annoying and that was what he got for being so great at commitment. "Look, detective, when I say argument, I really just mean that he was pissing me off. He called me needy and was a condescending bastard and that wasn't what I was looking for yesterday. I don't think he was angry over it. I was."

Something like that, anyway. Angry. Sad. Feeling a sinking awareness of how Jonathan couldn't possibly care for him in any tangible way and otherwise spiralling. Nothing too unusual. He started writing some names that he could think of, then looked at Sam again. "Barty would know. He's open with Barty."

In a very different way from how he was with him.