A small genuine smile played across his face, and for a split second his eyes looked really alive, but only for a moment. He stopped rocking, and said 'Syd......Call me Syd.'
'I am not saying I am fine for any stupid macho reason I assure you.' Syd sighed a tired sigh, how much could he tell Emma. In the last 48 hours he had had to fight an almost irrisitable urge to tell some one, to confess. But he knew to do so would be a stupid mistake. Who was this person sat opposite him after all. However, saying nothing would be just as bad. He winced a little as his left hand travled in small circles on his right arm.
His eyes resumed thier distant stare. In a slightly robotic voice he said, 'Let's just say, I've burned my bridges and there is no place left for me at home.'