“Yeah, but that usually isn’t enough.” Gideon turned his face up to the crescent moon, similar to the one that had shone brightly the night he died. “Thank you for still being here for me, even after I gave you my absolute worst. Not many people would have remained.” He squeezed Aleron’s big, clawed hand a little tighter. Thank you for forgiving me, even if I don’t really deserve it.
