"You're far too good to have killed me in the crypt," he agrees, reaching out to cup his hand over Alfred's cheek.
When he hears about the stakes and crucifixes being thrown away, he can't help but smile a little. Such a good boy, his Alfred. So sweet, and kind, and understanding. Willing to see him at his worst and think of him at his best.
"How can I thank you? For being willing to love this -- this animal. For being willing to see me as more than some horrid creature who has done nothing but tear apart what he loves most?"
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Date: 2022-04-08 09:23 am (UTC)When he hears about the stakes and crucifixes being thrown away, he can't help but smile a little. Such a good boy, his Alfred. So sweet, and kind, and understanding. Willing to see him at his worst and think of him at his best.
"How can I thank you? For being willing to love this -- this animal. For being willing to see me as more than some horrid creature who has done nothing but tear apart what he loves most?"