[Dorian laughs a little like that—his vanity is very easy to flatter—and takes hold of Toby's wrist. He looks Toby in the eyes, really looks at him, as if to make this stranger, this monster, the centre of gravity in a world that has been overturned.]
Toby, you are my friend, aren't you? I can trust you, with my secrets?
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Toby, you are my friend, aren't you? I can trust you, with my secrets?