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Finally managed to write the section of Ch3 (might actually get bumped to Ch4) of A Treatment Room Doors Moment to build in my insane football nerdery and so you get this!

They found Jamie sat near the coach park, still in his full City kit but at least with a non-descript black puffer jacket over the top so he might attract less attention. Jamie had the hood pulled up, tight around his face, and was leaning up against one of the black protective bollards looking up at the statue. Roy and Phoebe were not being quiet on their approach but Jamie doesn’t even react. The worst case scenarios flew through Roy’s mind in that second. Black fabric, you wouldn’t see blood. “Do you ever think about your legacy Roy?” Jamie whispered eventually and Roy was very close to kicking him for making Roy worry.