Deacon comes to my door on Saturday with his rank-two face on and asks me for something he has clearly rehearsed and hates.

DeaconI want one hour. Not with anybody. On my own, behind a blind, with nobody scoring me, because I have not had an hour like that since I was eleven and I did not know I was missing it.

TamsinThe blind is on my room. I am the only person who can lower it.

DeaconI know. That is why I am asking you and not Halvard, and I want you to know that asking you is worse for me than losing a fight in the yard.