[The rest really didn't have to be said. It was clear who the father was, in that case, and for Albert these secrets made it very probable that either his father had confessed to his crime, or the accused had confessed his innocence. Either way, a difficult thing to hear. More than difficult... a terrible weight, that someone guiltless did not deserve.

Jehan wanted to comfort him, but he wasn't sure it would be appreciated. He knew that a press of hands and soft words worked among his old friends, but did not want to overstep or chafe at the new one.

But he had to do something.

So, getting up, he he moved beside Albert and took the second bowl; again, he mimicked him, copying his stirring. Maybe the proximity would be helpful-- it must have been worse, to be here with such a burden, and no one from his own home to lean on.]

...I'm sorry, Albert. A remarkable story, but one that must weigh on you heavily.

[He hoped that speaking of it maybe eased the burden on his heart, if only a little.]

If it's of any consolation... regardless of the past, you've turned out to be a very fine young man. You're gentle and kind. Sometimes terrible situations beget wonderful things.

[A pause before he took a little breath and asked what he really meant to;]

Are you all right?