‘I don’t know how to answer that,’ he said. ‘Yes – yes and no. But, just the same, I love you, Eric, I always will, I hope you know that.’ He was astonished to hear how his voice shook. ‘Do you love me? Tell me that you do.’
‘You know I do,’ said Eric. He stared into Vivaldo’s worn, white face and raised one hand to stroke the stubble which began just below the cheekbone. ‘I love you very much, I’d do anything for you. You must have known it, no? somewhere, for a very long time. Because I must have loved you for a very long time.’