Georg looks momentarily horrified, and then ashamed, his fingers curling against Alfred's chest. Embarrassed at being caught out in one of his most vulnerable moments.

He ducks his head and wishes his hair was down so he could hide behind it. But he supposes there is no real hiding from Alfred. Nor should he need to.

"I'm so sorry you saw me like that. An old, lonely creature railing uselessly against the fate the gods put upon him."