Johnny nods, smiling faintly. "I know," he says. "I'm glad we're not in mine."

The comment can mean a lot of things, for both of them. Everyone has secrets - it's always mortifying to find someone else in your dreams. But Johnny kind of doubts it's just that. Tim's a little cagey, casual but cagey, and it takes a practiced pretender to spot it. He's not interesting in asking questions - he doesn't really want to have to reciprocate. But it's weirdly comforting all the same.

"Can I bum one of your duvets," he says, gesturing vaguely at the nest of blankets.