He gives a shake of his hand, doesn't take it back and won't unless Paul insists. "I helped my son make it. Which in actuality means I made it for him. And...I kept it even after he'd moved onto other interests. Took it with me when I left the house for good."

It's the closest thing he's got to something substantial, something that well and truly matters where material belongings are concerned. It's hardly worth a fractured sliver of platinum, but it's the most precious thing he's got.