We held hands. It’s funny, even at the height of our friendship – as guys – you would never hold hands. But it was lovely. I sat with him for a few hours when he was in treatment just outside New York. He was about 10 days away from his death, as I recall. He was very poorly. But it was lovely, really lovely, and the years just stripped back. It was good. It was like we were dreaming. He was my little baby brother, almost, because I’d known him that long.