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“And who are your friends, then?”
He could give her their names, and he knows it would be enough for her. But their names wouldn’t begin to explain just how important they are to him, and for some reason he wants her to know. It might be because he woke up once again in John’s arms after a good night of sleep, or because James’ smile seems a little brighter, lately.
“This is my son, James,” he says, a little surprised despite himself at how easily the word rolls off his tongue. One look at James shows that he’s surprised, too, but still smiling. “And this is John, my—”