"Solin," he whispers with realization, reaching out to stroke his fingers through Alfred's hair. He rests his head against Alfred's chest with a sigh.

"I'm happy. That he's been there to help you for so long. And now you're here to help me.

It's..." His brow furrows. "It's a scary story. I know it is. So scary I can't even think of it. Something bad happened, a long time ago. To me, to father. I don't remember what it was. I -- can't. It's like when I try, it's blocked. Like something won't let me."