As Ariel had looked through the pictures, Amadeus had been watching his reaction. It was not what he expected and he hardly missed that tremble in his voice, no matter how faint it was. Instead of answering the question, Amadeus sat the laptop aside once more. His arm slid around Ariel to pull him closer to him and hold him, his other hand reaching up to slide his fingers through his hair before stroking his jaw.
"What's the matter, baby? What is going through that pretty head of yours?" He might as well have asked what it was he had done wrong so that he could fix it. Because it was obvious that there was something about it all that was bothering Ariel.