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Ashlar leaned into the gesture gratefully. There was certainly a kinship there, and from his end, a sense of something more that tended to enflame, gently, with the open vulnerability Prophet now showed. Ashlar would not act on it, but he did welcome it, allowing it to provide an even deeper affection for this man who shared such similar goals, but in such a different way. Prophet was reserved in these things in a way Ashlar greatly admired.

He would bear no resentment in the way events bore out. Love could come in many forms and all were just as important.

I feel the same. He replied quietly. He was too overcome to say much more, but he decided that he should make the man a song. Something that would keep the memory of this. Thank you. He still was not sure what to do in all of this, especially with the children he now had in a distant home. It was easier, however, knowing that he was not alone even in his doubts.