It isn't. It's childlike, and vulnerable, and...it only endears Alfred to his lover all the more, to see the walls down like this. He wraps his whole body around Herbert's, twining him up in arms and legs, holding him tightly.

"You definitely have a reason," he reassures. "I don't think it's the storm itself, I think - I think something happened to you during one. One of the things I could see was lightning, and - hear thunder. Thunder, and other sounds, too. Strange ones.

But whatever it was, it isn't here right now. Just us. It's just us here."