He shakes his head, lowering his hands. "I don't have the words. I don't think there are words. What he is, what you are to each other is so rare no words have ever been chosen. But I see. And I understand, at least in part."
There is no fear, no revulsion in his voice. A slight note of perplexed wonder perhaps.
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Date: 2016-12-05 10:20 pm (UTC)There is no fear, no revulsion in his voice. A slight note of perplexed wonder perhaps.