Milan got out of his chair, moving slowly towards Raphael, who was looking at him now. When he reached him, he took hold of Raphael’s hand gently and lifted it up to his lips as Raphael had done a few days ago. Milan felt the tremor that went through Raphael. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” Milan whispered against his knuckles, for he knew what Raphael had expected—or what had happened in the past.
