Colin sits back down, tears stinging his eyes. He leans forward to wipe his eyes with his hands. The only person he's ever been able to be truthful with is Detlef, and now this young man is being truthful with him. He shakes his head.
"No one," he agrees. "I could never talk about what happened to my family, except with my sister. I had to pretend I believed Marina brought it all on us. I still have to pretend that. But I could talk about it with Camilla, for the most part. And you can talk about it with me. And you'll know I would never, in a thousand years, get you in trouble for not feeling how they say you ought."
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Colin sits back down, tears stinging his eyes. He leans forward to wipe his eyes with his hands. The only person he's ever been able to be truthful with is Detlef, and now this young man is being truthful with him. He shakes his head.
"No one," he agrees. "I could never talk about what happened to my family, except with my sister. I had to pretend I believed Marina brought it all on us. I still have to pretend that. But I could talk about it with Camilla, for the most part. And you can talk about it with me. And you'll know I would never, in a thousand years, get you in trouble for not feeling how they say you ought."