“I didn’t want to like it,” Paul said miserably. He felt a flare of hatred toward Julian for kissing his forehead then, as if he were still a human being. “I love you, oh god please promise you’ll forgive me, I’m terrified you’re never going to.” For a moment Julian seemed to consider giving him that unequivocal forgiveness. Instead he smiled, solemn and unreadable, and told Paul the truth. “Of course I will, Pablo.”
