"A friend," he repeats. It's an odd request, considering their past. Nancy and Cesare are a lot of things, but he doesn't consider "friends" to be one of them. His friends are the rich, reckless types who drink up until the sun rises and play hefty games of politics between fae blood sprees. Cesare doesn't claim that they're perfect, but they're certainly not like Nancy.
"What would Cooper think about that?" Part of him thinks Cooper would prefer it if Cesare were just a john. It would be less complicated.
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"A friend," he repeats. It's an odd request, considering their past. Nancy and Cesare are a lot of things, but he doesn't consider "friends" to be one of them. His friends are the rich, reckless types who drink up until the sun rises and play hefty games of politics between fae blood sprees. Cesare doesn't claim that they're perfect, but they're certainly not like Nancy.
"What would Cooper think about that?" Part of him thinks Cooper would prefer it if Cesare were just a john. It would be less complicated.