Reggie stopped by the caf on account of his missus starting a row he didn't particularly want to stay around for, so you offered him a cup of tea when he came around, the boy looking quite dejected & all.

"Feel like I can't get by her," he murmured, stirring milk into his cup, nursing it against the icy elements that sifted from the open window. "Chips on my bedside, no proper meal to get home to... I don't think we've ever had a proper face-to-face in weeks about it, either."