“Did you ask for yourself?” Cliopher felt his hands curling again, as if he needed to stretch them after a long day of writing. He didn’t have to answer. He didn’t. Rhodin was his friend, who had offered him his own dreams, his own wants, who had trusted him with his own secret yearnings. “No,” he said plainly, if quietly. Rhodin nodded, entirely unsurprised, and set his hand on the door. Before he opened it, he said: “You’re allowed to.”
so true bestie!!!
