"Engel, it's okay," Alfred murmurs, sniffling a little on his own tears as Herbert fusses over him. He reaches out to connect again, pushing past the memories of his father, the Professor, his classmates, Sarah.
He refocuses, and the aching wound in the heart, the shame, the fear is slowly painted over. The scent of roses, the giddiness of a dance, a warm glow of hope, of joy.
Healing, like he said.
Wanting his partner to understand his pain, yes...but also to understand what he feels when he looks at Herbert. To see where the spaces terror and shame had been, love is slowly filling them instead.
"I'm okay," he mumbles, his hands moving to Herbert's shoulders. "I'm more okay every day."
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Date: 2021-12-21 05:40 pm (UTC)He refocuses, and the aching wound in the heart, the shame, the fear is slowly painted over. The scent of roses, the giddiness of a dance, a warm glow of hope, of joy.
Healing, like he said.
Wanting his partner to understand his pain, yes...but also to understand what he feels when he looks at Herbert. To see where the spaces terror and shame had been, love is slowly filling them instead.
"I'm okay," he mumbles, his hands moving to Herbert's shoulders. "I'm more okay every day."