He plays for hours, until his hands, no longer used to it, begin to cramp. Then he sets his violin aside, gets up, and sits down beside Darren, who hasn't moved once. Darren’s cheeks are stained with tears and the occasional shudder stills works its way over his body but he allows Tobias to pull him into a hug.

They cling to each other through the early morning hours and well into the afternoon. Each time one of them drops off into an exhausted sleep he wakes moments later, clutching at the other man in fear that it might have been a dream.

And if Tobias notices the wedding band, he says nothing.