Alexi shakes his head angrily, staring off across the car park, and I can tell he’s trying to curb an outburst. He’s pissed at my reasoning, his jaw squaring and tightening as he grits his teeth. A sign he disagrees, but I am set on this. I don’t want it and don’t want to ever carry something like that on me. I don’t let him verbalise it, though. Best to get in before he starts a fight. Throw on the sweetener and appeal to his clever part.

‘Look … If it’s a tossup ...