Theo genuinely had no response to that. He managed to nod.
David nodded back, and went out, evidently done with social niceties. He paused to kiss Emilio’s hand and offer a thank you for the library book—Lio sighed romantically—but that was only a flirtation; Theo knew it was an aesthetic appreciation on the Duke of Fareham’s end.
He leaned back against his desk. Support, while the thunder boomed. Necessary; he felt strangely breathless.
So much. In such a short conversation. So much; and his head felt fuzzy with it.
He sat down, mostly to scribble a few words: notes, shaping his thoughts, collecting himself. Letters, ink, symbols. Where he felt the most right.
The last question he’d asked circled up first, and nudged against another thought. Not everyone wishes their children to beco
