“Don’t you dare say that!” Godric was taken aback. He hadn’t even realised Salazar was in the room, but he would recognize that shout, that voice, that anger anywhere. He dragged his hands and his heart from the sword he had been polishing and shaping, looking up at his lover with a worried expression on his face. What had he said? He often sung under his breath when he was working, and he had been known to think out loud, indeed, not to think about what he was saying at all… “I thought you were… Different, you bastard. Better.”