Alderic Hudson's point of view:
I can't help but gaze at his sleeping frame in my arms. How can someone be as beautiful as him? I don't know. He's like a kid, like a baby— innocent, mischievous at times and always looking for troubles.
My Theodore.
When I first saw him in my cabin, shaking like a leaf, his eyes gazing at me with hidden curiosity but also fear, I felt my world freezing at once. He was like a kid back then, it's been months since our first meet. He was my patient then; a person who was scared of his sexuality. A man who was embarrassed about himself.
But look at him now. He is a man who had distributed chocolates in his office in the happiness of coming out. He is truly something. Something so different, so pure, so raw. So beautiful. So mine.
"Sir, will you be tak
