"Is that right? I'm glad," I reply, sounding a little surprised but pleased. Eddie and I have had our moments where we've clashed, particularly that strange afternoon under the mistletoe, but I'd like to think that we've gotten close. I've grown so fond of both of them.

"He cares about you very much," I say warmly, because that much is obvious. We're quiet for a moment, and I finish off my coffee before setting the mug aside and looking at him thoughtfully. "Do you want to talk about what had you so upset?"

I worked out who exactly Jamie is some time ago, but I've never really told him that. How do you tell a friend that you read about him as a child, but in that story he was far from the kind, troubled young man that I've come to know. I don't want to trouble him any further, not with all that he already has to contend with.

I did always think that Peter Pan was kind of an ass, anyway.