With a soft nod, Freddie reached out to clasp Armaan's forearm in solidarity. "I can see that it really is. I can imagine how irritating it must be for you."
He'd been white for most of his long life, due mostly to the dominant ideologies of the country. The times that he wasn't, it'd been a long time ago, and the world had moved on from the attitudes he had experienced at those times. Things were a lot better than they used to be, but they were a long way from perfect. Armaan was living testament to that.