Gregory jigs class, sitting in the school fields under a tree with his boyfriend, Christophe. Whilst the two chat about who knows what and crack the occasional quip, Gregory plucks a few grass blades from the soil.

"Ey, Christophe," Gregory nudges Christophe, "I love you." Gregory blurts out, a smirk etched on his face as he says this. He chuckles.