"I suggested a threesome with when we came back here, and he exploded wine everywhere. To be honest, I'm not so sure it's homophobia as much as generic not-very-good-with-sex." Mary shrugs. "And actually, I kind of trust him."

While she dumps the laundry in the dryer she briefly outlines their trip to the shop.

"I just don't think he'd deliberately hurt me, or try and betray me like that. He's a good guy, secretly."