He never once interrupted, though he did sometimes nod. Smile. A warmth spread through his veins as the wine ran low, and he sipped at the last dregs of it as Wyatt's story rumbled through to its end.
"It would have been a good home," Maximus agreed, his voice low as distant thunder but soft all the same. "All a man needs. Good, dark earth, and help to till it."
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He never once interrupted, though he did sometimes nod. Smile. A warmth spread through his veins as the wine ran low, and he sipped at the last dregs of it as Wyatt's story rumbled through to its end.
"It would have been a good home," Maximus agreed, his voice low as distant thunder but soft all the same. "All a man needs. Good, dark earth, and help to till it."