He listened quietly as Claire explained about the book, and the deeper reasons for her enjoying it. He'd smiled when she said it was her favorite, deciding that while he was perhaps a little nervous about his crimes being out there for public consumption, if it had provided her comfort when she needed it, it was worth it. "It is comforting to know that I am not the only different one here. Very comforting. Thank you for sharing something so personal, Claire. And I'm glad my story could provide you comfort when you needed it." With a little smile, he added, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you. You're one of the kindest people I have ever met. I wish that was more prevalent."
"Well," he said, leaning forward a little. "I'll have to see about reading it then, with such glowing recommendations." He glanced down at his feet and then back up at her. "Claire." He hesitated, wondering if he should even hope for this. "Do you know if Victor is here, by any chance?" He'd never gotten the chance to settle things with his father before Victor had died. His pride and anger had been too great. Only when his father had actually died had he been able to see the folly of his hatred. "If he is, I'd like to officially make peace with him," he explained.