[ There is something new brewing in his friend. He had thought it only a strange flirtation with danger, especially when he had brought the serving boy into it. But now he thinks differently. Rafa moves like a wary animal, half caged. William lets him take his hand, curling his fingers tightly through the other boy's, a need to reassure coursing through his veins. He is always so cold to the touch. Hagan does not suit him. ]

I could be frightened of you, Rafa. No matter what it is that you have to tell me, I will not betray you. [ He angles his face, taking in his lover's features, the worry at the corners of his eyes. ]

I trust you. And you can trust me.