He doesn't like that expression on Alfred's face. Far away, slightly slackjawed. Like whatever had gotten to Herbert had gotten to him, too.

"Alfred?" he says meekly, nervously. "Alfred my love?"

-- and then he's back and speaking to him again and Herbert throws his arms around Alfred tightly. "There you are. Don't let me lose you, too. I don't know what I'd do without you, my sun. Stay close to me tonight. Please, will you? I don't think I could stand being on my own."