Kildeer Rest john my beloved

It was the first time Ulf had held any sort of grudge against him— it hurt. Alarian swallowed hard, trying to find the words to clarify, stopping near his friend but not moving to touch him. He was almost scared to say more, to receive an answer to his question— what if that hurt, too? But he had to try to— fix this, whatever it was. However it had ended up broken in the first place.
Why are you upset? Is it— are you... He swallowed hard again. Do you think I'm disgusting? Alarian had heard the words enough from his father, not directed at him but at his kind— enough that he could hear them now, even after all this time. Unfortunately, he was entirely oblivious to his friend's feelings for him; Ali could be kind of an idiot.