...in a common child, a wounded child, he had found a blending of sadness and simple grace that would forever break his heart. This one had understood him! This one had loved him as no other ever had.
...He saw the same love he had counted upon so totally in those lost nights.
"I love you," Marius whispered suddenly, passionately as a mortal man might. "I have always loved you. I wish that I could believe in anything other than love at this moment; but I can't."
...Marius slipped his arm around Armand's shoulder. There was one final moment of silence and understanding between them. And then they followed Maharet into an immense mountaintop room.