[ Athelstan's hand doesn't stop sketching when Ivar's head moves onto his lap. It's comfortable. Perhaps it should have been odd to think that is ivar laying his head on his lap but it doesn't strike him that way. It again reminds him of times when Bjorn had softened to him -- and he was sure no one was around to see him act like the child he still was around Athelstan. He'd told him many stories.
He gets the feeling that for some reason, he hadn't been able to do the same for Ivar when he was a child. He hoped that someone had and yet he's not sure how to ask the question. ]
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He gets the feeling that for some reason, he hadn't been able to do the same for Ivar when he was a child. He hoped that someone had and yet he's not sure how to ask the question. ]
Are there any dangers?