"There is nothing wrong with those feelings, Ilya." He hurt that Ilya was so confused and in such pain, emotionally. "I still long for my parents, and my home back in England. But I know those are things I can never have. My brother tells me it is too dangerous to live back home, and my parents..."

It hurt. It hurt to admit that they chose drugs, alcohol, groupies, and fame over him. He used to admire his father so much, until he saw what a terrible man he could be. Did he ever know him, or had he only known his addiction?

"Maybe... after we graduate, we can go see Ayon together?" he asked, his hand now gently running through Ilya's hair. "Would that make you happy, even if it was just us there?"