Neil was not enjoying a very uncomfortable meal. Alex didn't seem to notice but that might be because he didn't want to. Alex's mother noticed; she was the cause of it. Every time Neil glanced at her she was watching him. She didn't actually glare at him but she was cold and Neil wanted to shout 'What!!!!'
There was only one reason he was here at all. He loved Alex, plain and simple. He loved him enough to sit through this torture.
Pushing his food around on the plate Neil tried not to lift his face from it.
"Alright; what the hell's going on?"
Neil jumped and looked up. Alex had put his knife and fork down and was glaring between Neil and his mother.
"What do you mean?" Mrs Cutler asked.
"You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Don't tell me there's nothing going on."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do you want to tell me, Neil?" Neil glanced at Mrs Cutler but she turned her face away. He shook his head. Alex tutted, carefully folded his napkin and laid it on the table next to his plate. "Well, this is what I think's going on. I don't want to think it but it seems I have no choice. Neil, when you told me my mother hated you I laughed. I told you that you're in idiot and imagining things. Now, I think you were right. So, Mother, are you going to explain?"
"I don't hate you, Neil, of course I don't hate you. How could I hate you when you make my son so happy?"
"Bullshit. Look, I'm going to leave the room now and when I come back I want this sorted so I can finish my meal in peace."
Both of them watched him walk out of the room and close the door. There was silence.
"So... um... What, what have I done?"
For a moment Mrs Cutler glared at him, then she sighed and shook her head. "You haven't done anything, Neil. I don't have anything against you, I swear; and I am grateful you're making Alex so happy. He's not had an easy time of it these last few years; neither have I."
"So what...?"
"Has Alex told you?"
"Told me what?"
"That he's ill."
"What? No. I... What's wrong with him?" A hand wrapped itself around Neil's heart, at the look on Mrs Cutler's face, and squeezed hard.
"He has a rare form of narcolepsy. Do you know what that is?"
"Um... not really. It's when you keep falling asleep isn't it?"
"Kind of. I told you it was a rare form. He has... attacks. Sometime they come every week, sometimes not for years. When his father died it was bad, really bad. I thought I was going to lose him."
"L...lose him? Is it that bad? Why didn't he tell me?"
"It's not usually that bad. Usually, he just gets disoriented, detached. He goes to bed, falls asleep and wakes up a few hours later absolutely fine."
"But...?"
"Occasionally, he has really bad attacks. He falls asleep so deeply I can't wake him and it happens fast. I have to make sure he eats before he sleeps because sometimes his blood sugar plummets and he could go into a hypoglycaemic coma. It hasn't happened yet because I make sure he carries sugar pills. If he feels an attack coming on he takes one. The only time he forgets is if it's the sudden onset one. If he's at home I do it for him. If he's outside he has a bracelet that tells people what's wrong and asks them to call an ambulance. Once he gets to the hospital they give him glucose and he's usually absolute fine in a couple of hours."
"Usually?"
"About a week after his father died he had a bad attack, a really bad attack and he was asleep for days. They had to put him on a breathing machine because he was so deeply asleep he couldn't breathe for himself. After a couple of days he just woke up and he was fine. It's the way it is. As soon as he wakes up he's completely over it. On that occasion he was out of hospital and back to normal the next day.
"It's scary, Neil. He hasn't had a bad attack for almost a year but we've had gaps of a year or more before. Sooner or later it's going to happen again and it's scary. It's really hard to cope with."
"And you think that, as soon as he has an attack, I'll get scared and run."
"It's happened before."
"Not with me it hasn't."
"I don't think you understand."
"No, it's you who doesn't understand. I love Alex. I don't love him because he's fit and well but because he's sweet and lovely. I don't care what happens in the future and if he's sick I'll take care of him. You'd better get used to it Mrs Cutler; I'm not going anywhere." He was getting angry but Mrs Cutler nodded her head and reached out to lay her hand over his.
"I believe you, Neil," she said.
When Alex came back they were chatting amicably... about him.
"So... is it sorted? Have you fought it out?"
"No fighting required," Mrs Cutler said lightly. Neil just stared. It made Alex feel uncomfortable.
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Alex turned blazing eyes on his mother. "Why did you?"
"He needed to know, Alex."
"Is that what it was all about? What, did you think Neil was going to leave like Jake did? Were you angry with him because you thought he'd run away as soon as things got hard? Neil's not Jake, Mum. I thought you'd have seen that."
"I have," she said softly.
"Neil loves me," Alex said even more softly. "He's not going to run away. I haven't had an attack for a year. Maybe it's gone: maybe not, but Neil's not going to run away from it... are you?" he asked less certainly.
Neil shook his head with a flash of anger. "What do you think? I though you knew me better than that."
"I did. I do."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"