Days Later…
“Will you put that friggin’ book down?” Fate shouted at Dante. “Everywhere you go you’ve got that book. You look like a damned preacher, Dante. Could you give it a rest for God’s sake?”
When Dante looked up, Fate noticed something different in his eyes.
“Sorry,” Dante said softly, closing the book.
“Look, I’m sorry for shouting at you, Dante, but having your nose in that book all the time kind of cramps my style, you know?”
Dante looked at Fate. “You mean sexually?”
“Of course.”
“So, you can’t make love unless you feel it’s bad, or evil, or…”
“Hell,” Fate muttered.
“I’ve been wondering why you haven’t approached me.”
“Well, you can approach me, you know.”
“Sorry. My mind’s been on other things.”
“I know that this time in your life is crucial, but…” He looked down at
