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Amani's immediate discomfort made Alicio grow a deep frown. He should have guessed it was a touchy subject. But he didn't interject as he watched Amani, open and nonjudgmental, as she fought herself, silence winning out in the end. Despite her final decision, Alicio didn't seem upset.
Gingerly, Alicio closed the arm-width gap between them. "You don't have to tell me anything," he said, reaching an outstretched palm to Amani, offering a point of contact, if she wished it. "But you can tell me anything. That's our deal. I lend you my ear, you lend me yours."
"When you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen." He smiled comfortingly, letting the moment hang, before gently changing the subject.
"You know, when I was little, my sisters and I used to practice the waltz around our apartment. But, both of my sisters are much older than me, so it usually devolved into them spinning me around the room." His voice was tender, but animated as he told the story. "Um, one day, my sister Victoria was whirling me about. I accidentally let go, flew across the hallway, and landed face-first into a grate."
Alicio offered a muted grin. "There was blood everywhere. And yes, I did cry. But, I acquired a cool tiny eyebrow scar out of the ordeal, so I think it was worth it, overall."
- Amani Serys -