When they both stopped crying, they could speak more normally.
Dante began telling him about all the adventures he'd had during the time he'd been away.
Finally, he openly spoke about Ben and the guys he'd arrived in the city with.
"So that's why you're here?" Roger was surprised to learn that his grandson had exposed himself to his family's mockery and scorn just to help a few of his friends. "You're a very kind and good-hearted boy, son. But that tends to be a problem in this kind of world we live in."
"I know," Dante replied with a forced smile, remembering the incident with his cousin. "A friend of mine told me the exact same thing."
"That friend of yours is wise," Roger nodded.
Dante smiled and nodded as well.
"If what you need is a house..." Roger stood up and walked toward a closet, where he opened a small compartment and pulled out a set of keys. "These are the keys to the house your grandmother and I shared for a long time before buying this mansion."
