They have a fort. They have a blanket fort. Herbert helps by pulling in throw pillows to build up fortification inside the fort as well. He laughs a little and wraps the throw around his shoulders again, this time bringing Alfred in with him. Wrapping them both up in the blanket, half in Alfred's lap. Wanting -- needing to be close.

"We're safe. You make me safe. In our fort of blankets." He giggles a little, nervous and high pitched, nosing against Alfred's neck. "God, I love you."