Nathaniel's fingers curl in Asher's golden hair, touch and stroke the silken strands.

"When did you fall in love with Jean-Claude? What... what made you love him?"

These people in Asher's past prick at Nathaniel's thoughts, because what he knows of the other people Asher has loved, he is nothing like them. There is so little strength in him, only endurance, but Jean-Claude, Anita, Julianna... Belle Morte... they all seemed to possess strength he never will.