"I couldn't have done it. I just couldn't have. You were just...you were sleeping. It would have been so cruel. I...I still have nightmares about it, sometimes. About what would have happened." He shivers, leaning into Georg's hand.
"You don't have to thank me, Georg. Love is - confusing, and it's strange, and it's unexpected but...it just is. And there aren't conditions for it.
If you have to thank me somehow...you can do that by just...LETTING me love you."
"But you didn't. And now, here we are. Taking care of my hair." He strokes his thumb over Alfred's cheek, looking at him with the most deeply fond expression.
He sighs and leans in to brush his lips against against Alfred's forehead. "I want to let you love me. It's... difficult for me, at times. To open myself up to that."
Alfred smiles at the gentle motion, leaning into it a little - the fondness in Georg's face echoed right back. The little kiss has him sighing, and his hands snake back and over the older vampire's shoulders.
"I am a patient man, Georg. I know it will take time. It's...okay. It means the world to me, that you would try."
He's growing more used to this. These little touches. This soft gifts of affection that Alfred bestows upon him. And so he relaxes into the touches, resting a hand at the small of his back.
"I am a difficult man to love. Because of this... ink I cover myself in. Because of the walls I build around myself. Loving me can be tricky work."
Looking closely into Georg's face, another of the boy's crooked little grins cracks his own. He really does look handsome, with a bit of care put in. It's a tiny step, the lightest tug out of the shadows.
"Well then, it is a good thing I know how to get ink stains out, isn't it?"
A little wry, but - resolute. He's not about to give up any time soon.
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"You don't have to thank me, Georg. Love is - confusing, and it's strange, and it's unexpected but...it just is. And there aren't conditions for it.
If you have to thank me somehow...you can do that by just...LETTING me love you."
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He sighs and leans in to brush his lips against against Alfred's forehead. "I want to let you love me. It's... difficult for me, at times. To open myself up to that."
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"I am a patient man, Georg. I know it will take time. It's...okay. It means the world to me, that you would try."
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"I am a difficult man to love. Because of this... ink I cover myself in. Because of the walls I build around myself. Loving me can be tricky work."
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"Well then, it is a good thing I know how to get ink stains out, isn't it?"
A little wry, but - resolute. He's not about to give up any time soon.
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But because it's Alfred, he believes him. Because it's Alfred, he wants to try.