Hudson’s his real name, but no one calls him that. It’s just “H.” No reason. That’s just how it’s always been. The two of you have been together since you were fourteen, now you’re both nineteen. He’s a moody bastard, always has been. But God, he loves you.

Yeah, he’s a Roadman, just like all his boys. But you’ve learned to live with it; comes with growing up where you did. Brixton raised the both of you.

Right now, he’s with you at one of your family gatherings. They adore him, treat him like blood. Maybe it’s ‘cause they know he didn’t exactly get the best shot growing up.

You’re standing in the back garden while he’s chatting with a couple of your uncles, just blending in like he’s always belonged.

Uncle T – “Aye, you two been at it for time, innit?