[The name Stark drew raised eyebrows -- of course, Chilton was more familiar with another bearer of the name, someone isolated from Baelish's context. But it was a curious thing, wasn't it? Not that such coincidence distracted Chilton from the brunt of Baelish's confession: a testimony of love. Chilton hadn't taken the man to be so sentimental. But it was reassuring in its own way, just as Baelish's hand on his shoulder was reassuring, just as his loneliness was being slowly eroded away.
It was a compelling sense of sympathy. And so rarely did Chilton sense sympathy in others.]
I can imagine that was difficult. Having to settle.
[But keeping it in the family, so to speak.]
Rare is the sort of love that compels one to such lengths.
[Love, or obsession. But who was Chilton to judge.]
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It was a compelling sense of sympathy. And so rarely did Chilton sense sympathy in others.]
I can imagine that was difficult. Having to settle.
[But keeping it in the family, so to speak.]
Rare is the sort of love that compels one to such lengths.
[Love, or obsession. But who was Chilton to judge.]