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As John sat at the kitchen table, watching Chas fry eggs and bacon, he remembered that he had realised a few days ago he needed to say thank you and sorry to Chas. Thank you had been accomplished.
"Ketchup?" Chas asked.
John jerked out of his trance suddenly. "Er... yes, okay."
He watched as Chas spread it neatly out onto the bread, then piled everything into it. Breakfast sandwiches. Deliciously unhealthy. Chas placed the plate down in front of John with a mug of tea.
"You alright, John?" he asked, sitting down with his own mug and a slice of toast.
John nodded, chewing in silence.
"You seem preoccupied," Chas persisted.
Swallowing, John finally spoke. "I suppose I am."
It happened suddenly. Chas reached out and put his hand on top of John's. John felt like a jolt of electricity had passed up his arm, and he felt himself go red.
"Sorry, John..." Chas muttered, moving his hand. "Know you're not fond of being touched..."
And John couldn't contradict him, say how badly he wanted to be touched by Chas.
"I suppose I want to say sorry," John said painfully, deciding to act like the hand-thing had never happened. "For being an arsehole all the time you were alive. I didn't deserve a friend like you."
Chas sighed. "It's alright, John," he said softly.