But it did make him bristle inwardly for a moment - as he did when September was cutting at his performance; such dressing downs were always like to bruise, and this had been an all-out flaying. He'd make one hell of a Ballet Master, teach September a few things...
"Quenton, really--" No, he's made up his mind. Accept it and make the choice or he'll make it. Colin breathed out and nodded, looking up at the stern lines of his friend's face. He's so busy and he's still here to take care of me. You're a better friend than I deserve, you really are. "Okay. But please don't let me cause problems for the cafe...I'm already causing you enough trouble."
"I'd rather my place tonight." ' Qenton was prepared for this, wouldn't be left too put out - not more than he already was - and he wanted the safety of the familiar with how raw he'd been rubbed. I will contact Ash, Methone, Camlann and Mont Blanc and get their help to have this circle drawn closer where you need it, and spell each other, night after night, until you can start to recognize your self again with care and love.' Harsh as Quenton had been, it clearly came from a place of love. Colin chewed at his lower lip as shame and gratitude washed over him and had to brush his hand at his eyes to keep the wetness at bay.
"Thank you."
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