"That's right. Go full Irish, than he won't understand enough to know you're cursing." Barty said it encouragingly and then he held his phone to his ear, having called Sam.

"Sam? It's me." Obviously. Now he felt he was stalling. This was a lot and not really the kind of vulnerability he liked to show, especially not to Sam. Whatever. "I'm about to ruin your weekend, darling. Can you meet me at Jonathan's place? Are you on duty or off?"