You’re rambling, yes, and along the most disgusting themes. Disgusting, doubtless, but I’ve no censure for you. I might [ … ] nearly confess some appreciation for this development.
I do confess it. It’s [ … ] good to hear you drawn from woes. It’s heartening, to hear you’ve found yourself perhaps received, as you always ought to have been. That you have found [ … ] your heart.
Your effusiveness alone speaks volumes. It’s no meager sign nor testament, when Vitaly Kozak takes it on himself to wax verbose. When you wax verbose, regardless of intent or calculation.
We ought to have introduced the two of you years ago
What might have been avoided, if only we hadn’t
[ … ]
[ … ]
I recognize your meaning in myself.
Enri - his presence, his words, the knowledge of him - frees the air around me, and turns all that’s tangled into clarity.
Makes myself clearer to my knowing, and brings me back to being.
Here’s some small measure of what he has been from the start: After one encounter and one night’s messaging, I forsook private flight for public for the sake of his pursuit, and regretted nothing, not for a single moment.
I nearly went to him that first night, mid-message. I needn’t tell you, I think, how that very impulse was unheard of. How it struck me to the core, this desire I had to be with a boy, a man. With anyone at all.
He is so much I’ve never known before, and everything I’ve needed. Everything I’ve wanted, even beyond my own knowledge.
I mean to affirm, confirm again: There’s nothing strange in what you’ve said, or what you’ve found.
And I’m pleased, Vitaly.
You have always been capable of happiness. It sounds as though you might find it yet; it sound like you’re well on your way.
[ … ]
Regarding your son. [ … ] My [ … ] godson.
Sergiy.
I can’t for a moment imagine Madeline as an affectionate mother.
This is no judgment on you. None of us knew what she was. [ … ] Perhaps I ought to have expected, knowing what my ex-wife was. What I will say is Madeline has a talent for deceit.
[ … ]
I’m sorry, Vitaly, I am, that your son has been in her keeping. I trust she’s seen aptly to his care in general, if only because I believe you’d tolerate no less.
I also expect Sergiy would be far better off with you.
I can only think you’d be a disgustingly attentive father.
As I understand, Nova is liable to be the same. [ … ] I understand as well that he has been just that in the past, in circumstances I assume he’s spoken to you.
You’ll have Sergiy in your keeping, as soon as it possibly can be managed, and with all eyes on his security. On his well-being. I expect my lawyers - Colling, likely? - have contacted you. As I said, they are efficient. All will be managed, make no mistake.
[ … ]
I daresay all will in fact be well, and - though long overdue for all involved - will be made well sooner than not.
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You’re rambling, yes, and along the most disgusting themes. Disgusting, doubtless, but I’ve no censure for you. I might [ … ] nearly confess some appreciation for this development.
I do confess it. It’s [ … ] good to hear you drawn from woes. It’s heartening, to hear you’ve found yourself perhaps received, as you always ought to have been. That you have found [ … ] your heart.
Your effusiveness alone speaks volumes. It’s no meager sign nor testament, when Vitaly Kozak takes it on himself to wax verbose. When you wax verbose, regardless of intent or calculation.
We ought to have introduced the two of you years ago
What might have been avoided, if only we hadn’t
[ … ]
[ … ]
I recognize your meaning in myself.
Enri - his presence, his words, the knowledge of him - frees the air around me, and turns all that’s tangled into clarity.
Makes myself clearer to my knowing, and brings me back to being.
Here’s some small measure of what he has been from the start: After one encounter and one night’s messaging, I forsook private flight for public for the sake of his pursuit, and regretted nothing, not for a single moment.
I nearly went to him that first night, mid-message. I needn’t tell you, I think, how that very impulse was unheard of. How it struck me to the core, this desire I had to be with a boy, a man. With anyone at all.
He is so much I’ve never known before, and everything I’ve needed. Everything I’ve wanted, even beyond my own knowledge.
I mean to affirm, confirm again: There’s nothing strange in what you’ve said, or what you’ve found.
And I’m pleased, Vitaly.
You have always been capable of happiness. It sounds as though you might find it yet; it sound like you’re well on your way.
[ … ]
Regarding your son. [ … ] My [ … ] godson.
Sergiy.
I can’t for a moment imagine Madeline as an affectionate mother.
This is no judgment on you. None of us knew what she was. [ … ] Perhaps I ought to have expected, knowing what my ex-wife was. What I will say is Madeline has a talent for deceit.
[ … ]
I’m sorry, Vitaly, I am, that your son has been in her keeping. I trust she’s seen aptly to his care in general, if only because I believe you’d tolerate no less.
I also expect Sergiy would be far better off with you.
I can only think you’d be a disgustingly attentive father.
As I understand, Nova is liable to be the same. [ … ] I understand as well that he has been just that in the past, in circumstances I assume he’s spoken to you.
You’ll have Sergiy in your keeping, as soon as it possibly can be managed, and with all eyes on his security. On his well-being. I expect my lawyers - Colling, likely? - have contacted you. As I said, they are efficient. All will be managed, make no mistake.
[ … ]
I daresay all will in fact be well, and - though long overdue for all involved - will be made well sooner than not.