The candles flicker as Alfred shouts, as though afraid of the boy. Georg can feel his anger, his frustration vibrating through him, as sure as he can feel him crying against his back. And so he turns, and wraps Alfred in his arms, pulling him down onto the bench and into his lap.
"I wish, so desperately, that I could see myself the way you see me. If only because it would make you happy."
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Date: 2022-02-13 05:55 am (UTC)"I wish, so desperately, that I could see myself the way you see me. If only because it would make you happy."