Alfred isn't sure he's ever seen Herbert like this before - he looks just shy of shattering like glass, like some delicate thing under his touch. "Engel," he breathes, his tone sounding a little strained. He can feel his energy running out, but - he needs to be strong right now. Herbert needs him.
So he listens, pursing his lips and knitting his brow tighter at the explanation. There is...something - something in him stirring, pushing, echoing through his heart.
And with what Herbert is saying....
"...W-wait, are you...trying to say that...I'm...?"
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Date: 2022-01-16 04:01 am (UTC)So he listens, pursing his lips and knitting his brow tighter at the explanation. There is...something - something in him stirring, pushing, echoing through his heart.
And with what Herbert is saying....
"...W-wait, are you...trying to say that...I'm...?"