Lost Creek Hollow venustas

Ico felt slightly abashed at his own openness, for it was rare that he should speak about himself. Certainly he could be a talker when it came to weaving fantastical fables and intricate histories, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken so in-depth about his own feelings... if ever.

And speaking of feelings, his heart buzzed with something warm as he looked up at Germanicus. Thank you, the boy replied softly. I think it's quite possible you're the only one that minds. This was said with a vague sort of insight, rather than self-pity. For Ico had known all his life that he was less than good value.

The warmth grew, and he felt timid, scrambling to figure out what to say next. So how... how have you been, of late?