Eldric wouldn’t be aware of this, but Prof. Tenorio’s husband has a lot of things to deal with in terms of career and social relationships. Before he decided to just be a househusband, he had a career that could trump all his current cousins in terms of government position. He was appealing to people in a way that could become a light.
Unlike Prof. Tenorio that could charm people by his will and drive to creatively bring ideas and thoughts into a form of the physical path to innovation, his husband brings the light forward into the path. He can do that, and he’s done it before with Prof. Tenorio and one of his projects. Yet that was not the factor he considered in marrying him.
For one to guess what it was, it’s easy to say but hard to believe, that he taught him how to love a kind of love no romance could ever replace. That was the kind of love that brings Prof. Tenorio wanting to pave his pathway from his curiosities and still be
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