"I know, mon cheri. But we're all here to spoil you. Father and I are very intent on giving you everything your heart could possibly desire.
If you want an entire room of fine china that you can go and smash when you're feeling upset, we'll get it for you. Actually, that sounds like quite a bit of fun."
Hebert gently cradles the back of Alfred's head, petting him softly. "We know you do. And in time, you'll grow more used to us spoiling you utterly. We just want you to be happy, mon cheri. And if we're ever too much, please do tell us. We'll try to dote on you slightly less."
Oh, now that he's coming down from the fury, he can feel tears starting, in spite of himself. But they aren't sadness - they're catharsis, they're relief. He clings a little.
"All right. I - I will. I know it's out of love, it's just...well, I'm not used to not having to...to prove anything."
"There is nothing you ever need to prove with me, my love. You are who you are, and who you are is brilliant. I love every part of you. Even the sad ones. Even the angry ones. It doesn't matter because all of them come together to make up the man I adore so dearly."
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If you want an entire room of fine china that you can go and smash when you're feeling upset, we'll get it for you. Actually, that sounds like quite a bit of fun."
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Heaving a long, steadying sigh, he rests his forehead exhaustedly against Herbert's shoulder, muffling his voice against his lover's shirt.
"You're both so good to me - and I hope that you know I appreciate it. I do. I'm just...even after all this time, I'm not used to it."
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"All right. I - I will. I know it's out of love, it's just...well, I'm not used to not having to...to prove anything."
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