He loved someone like this, once. Many centuries ago. The boy had died before Herbert could bring himself to turn him, and so he'd lost him. But god, Alfred is so much like him in so many ways, as much as it pains him to think on it.
He rests one of his hands over Alfred's and sighs at the touch. "You make me feel whole again," he agrees, meeting Alfred's gaze.
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Date: 2021-12-22 02:27 am (UTC)He rests one of his hands over Alfred's and sighs at the touch. "You make me feel whole again," he agrees, meeting Alfred's gaze.