“I love cooking, he said instead. "And I really quite like doiung all the prep and the washing up too." "So a long day of heliong me make soup and scones and cakes...?" In this warm little room looking out onto spring sunshine and flowers? Did thinks like this actually happen? His chin crumpled by itself, and he gad to cover his face agains fast to avoid bawling in somethinf like agony. He had coured a layer of preotection off and instead of hurting him they had come together to protect. He struggled with volcanic levels of gratitude and anger-anger because Piers had told him people weren't like this, but they were.”
Book:Blue Steel Chain