"Our tree." He presses his hand to his mouth, feeling choked up again. "We'll go there, you and I. And we'll carve our own initials into it. Make it our tree.

Alfred..." he says gently, taking both of Alfred's hands in his. "After -- after Solin. I thought my heart was too broken to ever truly feel love again. But you mended me, like you mend so many things. You sewed my heart back together so well it feels as though it was never broken in the first place.

I don't think you realize how you rescued me."