Kieran had always known that Jude would run for Minister eventually. It had seemed obvious to him when they first met; he might have even teased Jude about it before they were friends. But that had always been an eventually, a someday. Jude was young still. Why did he have to do it now?
But Kieran knew why. The longer they waited, the more likely it was the far-right would make more progress in changing the minds of voters. And Kieran knew — he knew — that Jude would be able to convince people; maybe not to vote for him, but certainly to believe in the things he advocated for.
He knew that, because it had worked on Kieran.
He looked at his beer, at Jude's stunning eyes, and back at the beer. He looked up at Jude's eyes. He swallowed.
"You can run," he said, "But I won't like it."
But Kieran knew why. The longer they waited, the more likely it was the far-right would make more progress in changing the minds of voters. And Kieran knew — he knew — that Jude would be able to convince people; maybe not to vote for him, but certainly to believe in the things he advocated for.
He knew that, because it had worked on Kieran.
He looked at his beer, at Jude's stunning eyes, and back at the beer. He looked up at Jude's eyes. He swallowed.
"You can run," he said, "But I won't like it."
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