Eight Years Ago…
"Helios, I could say we're close, right?" Ezra, sixteen years old, turns to look at Helios, who was reading a few documents apparently given to him by the king about some legislation.
They were at Ezra's house. Helios had come by to 'escape' all his tutors, so they were lounging in his small drawing room.
Helios looks up from his documents, giving him an 'are you serious?' look.
"Is that even a question?" Helios asks, raising an eyebrow.
Right.
Helios was practically saying yes. Ezra always did this, and Ezra was self-aware.
Ezra knew he and Helios were friends.
Very close friends. The closest even.
But sometimes, Ezra felt like he should ask, because he still couldn't believe it.
Or maybe because he still had a raging crush on Helios, or maybe it was the hormones that made him insecure.
Either way…
"Can I ask you something… personal?" Ezra had a random thought. It was very, very random.
