I come from beyong to write fiction to make you depressed... though there are laughs on the way, honest.
Apparantly when I wrote What You Weren't to Know, I may have given the impression Howard was dead. Well, erm, he's not. Sorry.
Disclaimer: All owned by Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding, except Ciro and Alison.
In Memoriam
Howard lay still, listening to the sounds of the small house, and the passing wildlife outside. Alison held onto him. Fifteen years of marriage and they still slept in each others arms. In the next room, Ciro was sleeping, readying his body and mind for some test or other he had the next day.
"What's up with you?" Alison murmured, waking from her half-slumber.
"Do you think Ciro's… alright?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… he's fourteen, and he's never had a girlfriend."
Alison grunted. She was sick of this. "Some boys don't," she told him. "Leave him to it. He'll get one in his own time."
A memory. Howard walks up the stairs quietly so he doesn't wake anyone. He hears voices from his parents' bedroom.
"For god's sake, Allan, who cares if Howard's never had a girlfriend? He'll get one in his own time."
He sighed and let himself fall asleep in his wife's arms.