Brian will carry it between us. We need that gear.

She looks at him with an expression to say sorry as she releases the straps from her shoulders and drops it to the ground.

He accepts the apology: Don’t worry about it. You’re cooking tonight though.

She smiles in relief that there was some sort of compromise, a barter system of favours and smiles: Deal! You catch it I’ll cook it!

He lands a light punch on her shoulder and smiles back. They are on the same page again. A team. Turning back to face the docks, Brian lines up alongside him and they each take a strap, squatting down slightly so they don’t lose balance and then lift it up together. Tommy nods to him: Come on, let’s go.