Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

my problems. They seemed embarrassingly trivial next to his.
‘I’ll get used to it,’ I said. ‘It’ll be fine. Really.’
Will seemed preoccupied for the rest of the afternoon. I washed up, then came
through and set up his computer for him. When I brought him a drink, he
swivelled his chair towards me.
‘It’s quite simple,’ he said, as if we had been in conversation. ‘You can sleep
here at weekends. There’s a room going spare – it might as well get some use.’
I stopped, the beaker in my hand. ‘I can’t do that.’
‘Why not? I’m not going to pay you for the extra hours you’re here.’
I placed the beaker in his holder. ‘But what would your mum think?’
‘I have no idea.’
I must have looked troubled, because he added, ‘It’s okay. I’m safe in taxis.’
‘What?’
‘If you’re worried I have some devious secret plan to seduce you, you can just
pull my plug out.’
‘Funny.’
‘Seriously. Think about it. You could have it as your backup option. Things
might change faster than you think. Your sister might decide she doesn’t want to
spend every weekend at home after all. Or she might meet someone. A million
things might change.’
And you might not be here in two months, I told him silently, and immediately
hated myself for thinking it.
‘Tell me something,’ he said, as he went to leave the room. ‘Why isn’t
Running Man offering you his place?’
‘Oh, he has,’ I said.
He looked at me, as if he were about to pursue the conversation.
And then he seemed to change his mind. ‘Like I said.’ He shrugged. ‘The
offer’s there.’
These are the things that Will liked.
1. Watching films, especially foreign ones with subtitles. He could occasionally be persuaded into an
action thriller, even an epic romance, but drew the line at romantic comedies. If I dared to rent one,
he would spend the entire 120 minutes letting out little pffts of derision, or pointing out the great
clichés in the plot, until it was no fun for me at all.
2. Listening to classical music. He knew an awful lot about it. He also liked some modern stuff, but