It does. And he takes the time too, to remind himself that feeding a baby is easy and nothing to panic about and he really is acting stupidly about the child, he thinks. Not about him being here, but about the flinching when being near him. He resolves to get over himself as Martin hoovers down the milk in record time.

Right. He remembers something about winding them after eating. He also remembers the joys of projectile vomit when said activity occurs. There is hesitation - then he just sighs again, holds him to his shoulder and starts rubbing over his back.

'I want you to know Random,' he says in a conversational tone, 'that if he throws up on my only clean T-shirt, I am not going to be impressed.'

So there.