Despite the inclement conditions, the clouded mist, and a subtle chill within the urban woodland, their conversation continued beneath the muted sky for some while. And though there was an assuredness, still lacking within his storied form, his resolve was steadfast, like the workmanship of his Ralph Lauren denim. He sat forward slightly, shifting his weight in the rugged trousers, the dark textiles mirroring the context of his heart.
His charitable guest remained still, gaze forward, as he swilled the contents of momentous confession. All the while, quartered patiently along the saturated earth, the chocolate Sussex spaniel observed both men, somewhat bemused, unable to determine the length of the feast delay.
“Is it not enough to be a good man?” The venerable Italian pondered.
Benjamin observed him, as though seeking quantifiable truths.
“Surely, this is enough.” Giancarlo continued.
He reached into a pocket within his auburn cardigan, and removed a trite biscuit for his beloved canine. Benjamin observed, whilst the energetic pup tended to the gourmet wafer.
As Benjamin maintained a watchful gaze over the enthusiastic pup, Giancarlo relieved his hand of the remnants of the biscuit, and turned toward the ailing titan once more.
“The only truth is love. Non è vero?”
Benjamin abandoned his gaze to observe the learned man.
Giancarlo, still in reflection with his own muse, turned away briefly, and took a moment before nodding to himself. He then returned his gaze toward the de Gris Laurent heir, and spoke in certain terms.
“Love is truth. You will love again.”
Implode. Part LXV – DK