Ianto swigged from the wine glass and continued the tale of his doomed romance with Emily Hughes when they were eight.
“Then her mam caught us playing doctor in Em’s Wendy house; dragged me home by my ear. We were never allowed to play together again,” he finished gloomily. “Don’t know what she was so mad at though, Em still had her knickers on,” he added indignantly.
Jack wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
“You should get drunk more often. Wine loosens your tongue.”
“What’re you talking about? I’m not drunk.” Ianto brandished his glass. “This is cranberry juice.”