As though trying to convince himself as much as you, Cormac starts talking more seriously about what it would involve.
"I'll start off busking," he says. "Oisín says there are loads of buskers in London, but you can make fairly good money if you've got the right spot. I'll get a job in an Irish pub, maybe start playing there in the evenings."
He glances at you every now and then, as though hoping for your approval and yet too proud to admit to it. You sense that Cormac, despite himself, is impressed by you, a real Londoner.
"London…" he says. "It feels like that whole city's a big fucking party and everybody but me is invited."
His thoughts are interrupted by a cry from below.
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