"You are." He's glad Alfred is behind him, because he's not certain he could look at him right now. Not with everything he's feeling not with everything Alfred is bringing out in him. It aches. Like Alfred has carved open his chest to take his heart out and examine it. Not out of malice, but to know him better.

"You are also these things, Alfred, but you are also so, so kind, and so caring. I believe you believe these things of me. Even if they're not true."