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At Alessio’s small shrug, Nithel relaxed inside. Though, he could feel the secret hurting their possible trust. Alessio deserved a reason for why.

“I don’t use my father’s name either,” Alessio said, as if trying to offer something of his own in exchange for what Nithel had.

Nithel smiled wistfully inside, amused, but also thankful. He was a good friend.

“I used to use someone else’s name, before I learned he wasn’t my father.”

I’m sorry. Nithel’s eyes showed it. He could feel Alessio retracting. Nithel stared at him, more sorry. Then he glanced away a moment, before looking back to his friend.

“Do not be sorry for asking.” There was a hesitant smile in Nithel’s voice. “Questions are good.

A dear lady once told me, after I first mentioned who my father was to her, that I should never tell anyone he was my father again. I have not gone against her word since she spoke it to me. Someday perhaps, but as I’ve grown to know man, I see that she is right.” His eyes are a contented sadness, joy and hope lighting their depths as his love for the youth before him grows.

He wanted to embrace Alessio, but people were still watching. Instead he placed his left hand gently on Alessio’s right shoulder. Nithel then squeezed some, grip turning firm, trying to meet Alessio’s gaze. His voice was soft, steady. Quick, but measured, each word getting it’s time. “The Lord hold his hand on your head. May you never stop asking questions, but also find peace.

Your breath is not your own, but his, the one who breathes out the stars, and the one who breathes on, and loves, you. You are not alone. And even when I die, or you are unable to come to my home, his hand will be on your head. It is hard to see, as almost anything atop your head is, but he is real none the less.  The Lord does not abandon his creation. You were created. You have a beautiful purpose. Not all purposes are realized, but I believe yours will be. You are not alone.

Light still flickers. And it glows the brightest before it goes out.” Nithel’s eyes stay on Alessio’s face, (if his eyes have lifted, he meets them). Nithel’s eyes are calm, and sure. “I am here for you friend. If I ever can do anything. Talk, or listen. I am here. I will never leave you by choice, and whatever you tell me shall be locked in a bond. You are my friend, and I storge you. And by the Lord’s hand, I will always agape you.”

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