Kenneth pushed open the door and saw the lifeless Ronan Jenkins on the bed. He froze, watching him from the doorway as a sense of guilt washed over him. 'It's all my fault,' he thought. 'If I hadn't come back to the country that night, none of this would have happened.'
Kenneth didn't go near the bed. He just stood in the doorway for a moment before leaving the room.
When he came out, Sean Murphy was sitting on the sofa, staring into space. The television was on, broadcasting a jumble of laughter, but he didn't seem to be paying it any attention.
"You should spend more time with Ronan," Kenneth said with a sigh, sitting down beside him. He picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "He'll wake up for you."
"Boss, am I a complete asshole?" Sean Murphy asked, turning his head to look at him, his voice full of self-loathing.
