Swallowing several times, he finally loosened the lump of pain in his throat. “Your words might shock me, Nico, but you have to promise not to leave, even if I seem angry. Please, Nico! It seems like you have something terrible to tell me. You’ll have to give me time to take it in. Promise me you won’t walk away, disappear. Give me the time to understand.”
Nico darted him a glance, love and anguish naked on his face. “I promise,” he whispered, returning his gaze to the fire. He sat up straighter, placing Jamie’s hand on his thigh as if afraid to let him go.
“Have you never wondered how old I am, my love?” Nico began, sounding weary, close to despair.
Jamie’s heart lurched. This was something he’d tried not to examine too closely. “Thirty-five?” he said, and shivered a little at Nico’s painful laugh, both aware Jamie knew the truth was far stranger.