'Josh has been admitted into hospital,' confessed Tom as Nicki sat on the sofa beside him, 'his mental health has really deteriorated recently.'
'I'm sorry Tom,' sighed Nicki, placing her hand on his shoulder.
'Sometimes,' said Tom, not looking at Nicki, 'I feel like it's my fault, like it's the way I raised him.'
'That's silly,' replied Nicki, 'you are an amazing dad.'
They sat in silence for a second.
Then Tom looked at Nicki and told her, 'I'm sorry this is probably boring you. You can go if you want.'
'No,' answered Nicki stubbornly, 'I won't let you stay here by yourself. You must feel horrible. the least I could do is keep you company.'
'Wow, you really care?'
'Course I do!' Nicki squeezed his shoulder and then, without really comprehending what she was doing at the time, gave him a swift kiss on the lips.
They looked at each other for a moment and then slowly they kissed again, but for longer this time.
