"I'd ask what I've done to deserve you, but I imagine you have a clever answer for that, as well." Still, he finds himself sitting up a little straighter as Alfred stands behind him again, reaching up with his handkerchief to dab at his eyes. Not quite realizing that he, too, had been crying.

"Lord knows you must have endless patience. I can't imagine how long that glorious cloak you made me must have taken you."

He can see why Herbert likes this. Being cared for like this. It's... comforting in a way Georg didn't know he'd been craving.