But I don’t want to feel superior to my friends. They are my friends, my equals and I know they will accept to discuss what seems to be a mistake to me, and I expect them to insist doing the same if they think I am making a mistake. Friends are not business partners, they are friends, god damn it, and not friends like Albus and Scorpius in the last venture more than adventure of Harry Potter. These two do not have life as an author but an author who is afraid to open the closet of their undetermined and unspecified gender identity, in spite of a final hugging that is there to make some in the audience start a long dissertation on this friendship that might be love, though love does not mean desire and sex. ETC.