"DeVere? Goodness, no, that's not me. Harry Hart at least feels familiar, my mouth says it naturally with a life time of experience."

He didn't feel like he was a person who yelled or shouted much. He had, once or twice, at his nurses when he was frustrated, but it had come with an apology and feeling genuinely contrite for his outbursts.

"I am glad you visited. My apologies, I don't seem to mean ungrateful for your company. I am simply trying to understand why a busy young man would choose to spend time with a brain damaged old man, outside of a sense of obligation. Which, if it is, I would sooner not have."