Herbert flings his arms around Alfred in a passionate embrace. One full of longing, full of need and loneliness. "They stay with me. You do, my love, you do. You belong here with me. And I will dote on you endlessly."

He can't imagine what might be making Alfred cry, only that -- perhaps it's the same thing that had him crying, earlier. The wretched loneliness they both suffer, that has now at last come to an end.