Hans stared a long moment at the offered hand, as if it might be some sort of a trap. In a way, perhaps it was - he would be opening himself up to more hurt, more disappointment. To trust someone again - it seemed an impossible leap of faith.
He thought to what Benoit had said earlier - about existing versus living. He could go on existing, certainly, without need for companionship. But living?
He'd had an invitation come to the house just the other day - a dinner party that the American singer was having and she'd thought to invite Hans. At the time he'd dismissed it -particularly since it had said 'and guest' but perhaps....
"What are you doing on the tenth?" Hans asked abruptly, placing his hand in Beniot's.