A tiny chapter but I hope its better than nothing.

Harry's eyes were flicking between Ruth and Graham, confusion etched all over his face. Ruth felt her heart drop to the floor while she waited for someone to speak. "I'll see you later," Graham said to her, moving aside.

"Wait," Harry said, turning after his son, for the moment ignoring Ruth completely. "I didn't know you were even in London."

"I guess it's a surprise that you can't keep track of your own children," he said. "Everyone else in the country, but not your son."

"Please," Harry said quietly, and Ruth felt her heart break as she watched Harry who clearly wanted to talk to his son. Graham didn't look back and got in his car. Harry kept watching until he was out of sight, then he sighed and turned to Ruth. "What was he doing here?"

"Come in," she said quietly, not wanting to have what was bound to be an awkward conversation in the street where anyone could overhear them. He nodded and followed her into the kitchen where he saw the wine glasses and the bottle and he instantly put two and two together.

"What have I walked in on?" he asked, eyes burning into hers as if daring her to lie.

"It is not what it looks like," she said instantly. "He's been delivering my food for a few months, that's all. I had no idea he was your son until tonight."

"Do you open a bottle of wine with all your delivery guys?"

"Harry…" she said quietly.

"White Burgundy too…" he said, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"He just turned up tonight," Ruth said. "Am I not allowed to invite someone into my home for a drink?"

"I'm going to go," he said, turning away from her.

"Wait, why did you come over in the first place?" she asked his retreating back. He stopped moving and turned back to her.

"Because I wanted to see you," he admitted. "Clearly this was a mistake. I'll see you on the grid tomorrow."

"Please don't leave, not like this," she begged.

"Goodbye Ruth," he said in a very final tone. She watched in silence as he left her house, the front door banging loudly as he went through it. She sighed heavily and was not all that surprised to feel tears rolling down her face.

The next morning Ruth was determined to make Harry talk to her, whatever it took. Unusually for her, she had arrived late. Mainly because she'd been crying the night before and it had taken a long, long time for sleep to take her. "Lucas, where's Harry?" she asked as she saw the empty office.

"JIC meeting this morning," Lucas said simply. "He said he'd be back around midday, its not a full session."

"Oh. Okay," she said sadly. Maybe it was better this way. She actually had a chance to think about what she was going to say to him when he finally got back.

I have no idea where this is going at all so any hints / advice would be well appreciated! Thanks for the reviews so far :-)