We had a very long talk over the weekend, and he had no end of questions. I think he was too nervous to talk about it on the train, even though we could've made sure we weren't overheard, but he kept shaking his head and sort of grinning at me every now and then, and I could just tell that he was thinking about it.

When we were talking this weekend, he said that reading everything about what they'd been up to these past few years made him wish he'd known about it ages ago, and that it was a jolly good thing he'd met me, otherwise he might not have ever had the chance.