It bothers Wolfram, really, truly bothers Wolfram when he sees Günter putting on a performance. When he sees Günter mooning over romance books in the library. When he sees Günter indulging in amateur dramatics and avowals of love for Yuri. All the others think Günter is a harmless looney, but Wolfram knows better. He knows that a person can’t reach so high or so far by being harmless or mildly insane, and sometimes, when Günter is at the height of a performance, Wolfram fancies that he can see something dark and cold, wrapped up in chains and hidden behind those purple eyes.
Günter von Christ has more than one skeleton in his closet. Wolfram is certain of it.