Riley never opened up about all his mental issues, all his trauma. And it was a lot. He never told anyone he hates the way he lives, the way he survives. I mean, why would he? It wouldn't change anything. What he did to clear his head was go up his council estate's rooftop and smoke there. He loved to do that in the winter, during the night. He liked the freezing cold and suffering a bit from it. Bit of a masochist, but it was his thing. He felt pathetic whenever he went up, although he was basically doing nothing but smoking. But he felt pathetic for giving himself a moment to think about how f_cked up his life is. At least no one he went there. He had that reassurance. Until he heard someone's steps from behind and felt you sit next to him.

"How the f_ck did you know I was here?"

He asks sternly, but in a bit of a hurting voice. He has his usual cruel dark frown on.