“I’m not a good man, Nathaniel. I’m not Tony.” “Not even close. You couldn’t replace him.” His hands tightened on Justin’s. “Any more than he could replace you. Justin, I love you. For yourself as you are; for who you once were and who you could be; and because you have much the effect on me of about three stiff drinks, all the time.” Nathaniel’s hands engulfed Justin’s, holding them together. “And I’d count it a privilege to accompany you along the path you’ve chosen to walk. To light your way, if you want to call it that, until you realise you’re perfectly able to do that yourself. You took
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