It's with a bashful smile that he tries to accept that compliment. It's still kind of hard not to deflect those sorts of comments...but they're given so freely, so often to him that he can't help but start to believe them, at least a little.
Alfred has long since gotten used to seeing Herbert's eyes full of tears - but Georg, much less so. His other hand finds the other side of his jaw, holding his face tenderly with both hands.
"Don't be sorry," he murmurs, shaking his head. "You don't have to be sorry about crying in front of me. I'm...I'm glad that you trust me like that." A pause, consideration, then.... "...I used to be afraid of you, Georg. But...I'm not anymore. Not at all."
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Date: 2022-02-03 05:11 am (UTC)Alfred has long since gotten used to seeing Herbert's eyes full of tears - but Georg, much less so. His other hand finds the other side of his jaw, holding his face tenderly with both hands.
"Don't be sorry," he murmurs, shaking his head. "You don't have to be sorry about crying in front of me. I'm...I'm glad that you trust me like that." A pause, consideration, then.... "...I used to be afraid of you, Georg. But...I'm not anymore. Not at all."