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“He has no idea how this happened. He's not in love with Noah, but he also doesn't want to lose him, but he also can't pretend he's something he's not, but then, on some nights, he isn't even sure who he is anymore, and that'll send his heart hammering again.”
― Catherine Cloud, Love & Other Inconveniences

“I have told you, George Darling, over and over. I am not going to die until I have gone on one knee before you and asked you to marry me."

"You could ask now," Darling murmured, as footsteps drew nearer.

"It was the kneeling I was looking forward to. But very well." Aumont leaned over so that Darling had an all too intimate view of his bloodstained coat, and whispered in his ear: "George Darling. Would you do me the honour of marrying me?"

"Of course," Darling whispered back, hoping his answer was not lost beneath the book of Lord Hartwell's voice.”
― J.A. Rock, An Affair for Aumont

“We cannot go to your home. It's not even good enough for rats."

Aumont snorted out a laugh. "Oh, that is untrue, sir! The rats are quite at home there! They are my dearest friends. I was going to knit them little scarves for the winter."

Darling couldn't hold back his own laugh. "You never were!"

"I swear it. I was." Aumont's smile was a rare and wonderful thing, and Darling had so rarely seen it without a sharp tinge of bitterness in the curl of his mouth. "I was going to sit there hunched over like a tricoteuse at the foot of the guillotine, needles clacking together as I made all my little rat scarves."

Darling didn't know whether to laugh again, or to kiss him.

Aumont snapped his twig in half, and mimed knitting. "You're just jealous that I did not offer to knit you one."

"I'm not a rat, sir, and I am not jealous!”
― J.A. Rock, An Affair for Aumont

“Aumont shrugged. "I am a better shot than any man you have ever met."

"And so humble too."

"True. Humility is another one of my many qualities. I am extremely proud of how humble I am, which, as you can imagine, is quite a philosophical quandary."

Darling laughed softly despite himself.”
― J.A. Rock, An Affair for Aumont