Matthew chases the bottle with his hands, before pulling back. Still, he keeps half an eye on where it is, ready in case Bennet decides to do something rash like pour it all away. He is not ready for that, again.

He was - is - a doctor, and he knows he should understand this better than he is. But the drugs and his solitary confinement have made his mind slow, and he struggles to comprehend how his lover can know his name and his drug habits, but not recognise him in any way.

"You pulled me from the river," he points out. "You didn't know me then?"