[He asked at least once and at least once Nicky felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. His reply had always been a soft laugh and a 'Yes, Book'...but now? Now, he closed his eyes and remembered the way Booker's hands had felt on his skin and how Joe's lips had been so gentle and now he didn't know.
He loved God and the church. He wanted to make a difference in the world, wanted to give at least one person a chance to grow up feeling like God loved them just as they were. He'd never felt that. Until he'd spent a summer course in America, of course.
Flicking his gaze over to Booker, he shrugged a shoulder and looked away.]
Classes will start soon. When do yours start? Do you have your schedule, yet?
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Date: 2020-08-27 09:17 pm (UTC)He loved God and the church. He wanted to make a difference in the world, wanted to give at least one person a chance to grow up feeling like God loved them just as they were. He'd never felt that. Until he'd spent a summer course in America, of course.
Flicking his gaze over to Booker, he shrugged a shoulder and looked away.]
Classes will start soon. When do yours start? Do you have your schedule, yet?