“God, no. Not in any big ones, I mean. I’ve got one in a smaller showing - my friend, Henry, owns the gallery so it’s more of a kindness than a great accomplishment.”

If he were more satisfied with his work as of late, Benedict thinks he’d have asked Silver if he wants to see something. But that’s a bit childish, he decides, like a kid who wants to show off a drawing, and he doesn’t think he has anything particularly good right now anyway.

“Henry humours me, truly.”