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“From a friend.” Nithel said, holding his gaze for a long time. He’d forgotten how much it seemed like his friend’s eyes could stare into your soul in such a way it didn’t feel like an invasion and Alessio couldn’t understand why. Did he remember or…? Alessio could barely take it but he didn’t dare ask any more, he was afraid it would completely crush his hopes. “My children know of him, too.”

“Children?” Alessio repeated faintly before he caught himself. You have a family? Wait..of course he had a family, it’d been years for him and…it was really stupid but Alessio felt homesick even though he hated his home. It was…easier to lie and say his family was dysfunctional instead of an endless string of abuse and manipulation. The idea of Nithel having children…Alessio loved kids…