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is it better to speak or to die?

❝We don’t have to be… parabatai. […] I said it to make your father take me with you, so I could execute my new plan, but we don’t… have to. I mean, unless you… maybe want to be❞

James had thought he wanted a friend like himself, a parabatai who was shy and quiet and would enter in on James’ feelings about the terror or parties. Instead was Matthew, who was the life and soul of every party, who made dreadful hairbrush decisions, who was unexpectedly and terribly kind. Who had tried to be his friend and kept trying, even thought James did not know what trying to be a friend looked like. Who could see James, even when he was a shadow.

❝Yes❞ James said simply.
❝What?❞ said Matthew, who always knew what to say.
❝I’d like that❞ said James. He curled his hands, one around his father’s coat sleeve, and one around Matthew’s. He held on to them, all the way home. —sepulchaltrones tumblr.