Of Oscar Henry says nothing, but there is a small twist of the corner of his mouth that isn't quite a smile, and might be taken as agreement.

The request surprises Henry and yet it doesn't. It is not a difficult request to grant; he has read it as often as he must, and if it must haunt him, it is better to not have the object nearby. He cannot bring himself to destroy it, but he dares not give it to anyone—except, of course, Dorian.

He picks up the book, slender fingers handling it delicately, and rises to meet Dorian, holding the volume out to him. "It is yours, dear boy, more than it could possibly be anyone else's."