Alfred's shoulder is strong and steady under Georg's hand - gone are the days when he shook under the Count's touch, when he cowered back when he got unexpectedly close. He's come to welcome it now, the dark bloom he feels in his heart, so much like those roses on his desk.
He marvels at the comment - three hundred years. Such a long time. Gently, he guides the hand on his shoulder to grasp his, not breaking contact, but leading him over to sit at his vanity.
"If it's been that long, it's long overdue. Here - sit with me on the bench, and...and if you like, I can hang your cloak up while I do this, just so that your collar is out of the way."
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Date: 2022-02-12 05:36 am (UTC)He marvels at the comment - three hundred years. Such a long time. Gently, he guides the hand on his shoulder to grasp his, not breaking contact, but leading him over to sit at his vanity.
"If it's been that long, it's long overdue. Here - sit with me on the bench, and...and if you like, I can hang your cloak up while I do this, just so that your collar is out of the way."