The honesty is almost enough to make Alfred cry again on its own...but the pain behind it, the sorrow, the loneliness? It's unbearable, and tears course down his cheeks, making him sniffle as he tries to wipe them again with his free hand.
His tears are still clear. Still so human, yet, even for all he cries.
"If anyone knows what it is to be afraid," he murmurs, trying to get his voice back again, "it's me. But...you aren't alone. You don't have to be. I... I'm here, now, whenever you want to talk. I'll listen."
He seems to resolve something in his head, hand slipping up to run through Georg's hair.
"... I'll help you. I'll help you strip away some of that paint. And we'll start small...just like this. I...I already know Count Von Krolock. Don't you think it's time for me to get to know Georg?"
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His tears are still clear. Still so human, yet, even for all he cries.
"If anyone knows what it is to be afraid," he murmurs, trying to get his voice back again, "it's me. But...you aren't alone. You don't have to be. I... I'm here, now, whenever you want to talk. I'll listen."
He seems to resolve something in his head, hand slipping up to run through Georg's hair.
"... I'll help you. I'll help you strip away some of that paint. And we'll start small...just like this. I...I already know Count Von Krolock. Don't you think it's time for me to get to know Georg?"