He slides his arm lower, away from Girolamo’s hurt shoulders and around his waist. “Have you ever copulated, Girolamo?” Girolamo freezes, and knows Angelo can feel that. “I’m—you know what I am!” he says. “I know. I just thought—” “You can’t die with that on your conscience!” “It’s all right if you don’t want to,” Angelo says, and loosens his arm.
I thought this was a cute scene.
