The kiss and touch nets Georg a boyish giggle - his expression is pure childlike excitement. The boy, for all his studious nature, wears his emotions so very on his sleeve, happy or sad.
Right now - he feels happy. Loved.
"I promise, I do - oh, thank you, Georg. You have no idea what it means to me."
Pressing a kiss of his own to the other man's forehead, he pulls back behind, reasserting his grip on the brush so he can prepare to braid.
"I know it must - it must sound like a silly thing to ask for, out of anything. But...well, even back in Königsberg, I didn't even have a desk in the Professor's office. I had a chair in the corner. And it was broken."
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Date: 2022-03-19 12:12 am (UTC)Right now - he feels happy. Loved.
"I promise, I do - oh, thank you, Georg. You have no idea what it means to me."
Pressing a kiss of his own to the other man's forehead, he pulls back behind, reasserting his grip on the brush so he can prepare to braid.
"I know it must - it must sound like a silly thing to ask for, out of anything. But...well, even back in Königsberg, I didn't even have a desk in the Professor's office. I had a chair in the corner. And it was broken."