Right, [ he says, uncomfortably aware that he doesn't have his cricket bat here, and even if he did, he already knows he'd never raise it against richard, no matter what.

he sighs, bouncing on the balls of his feet. ]

Right, [ he repeats, ] Well, maybe I'll... swing round to him later, then. If you say he's fine and all.

[ a pause. ] Oh, uh, what's your name?