Alfred makes a soft little purring sound at the kiss - perhaps just as confused as Georg about the turn this has taken. He meant what he said, about loving them both.
But he's..a little confused about it, too. His love for Herbert is something impossibly deep, something that echoes back through his whole soul. But what he feels for Georg is...not entirely platonic, either, is it?
And yet, here he is, whatever kind of love it is reciprocated.
Part of him wants to ask, but...the other part just wants to sit with it for a while.
"Yes of course," he murmurs against Alfred's hair, nuzzling there gently. Enjoying the simple feeling of Alfred's body against his. It feels comfortable, and comfort is something he sorely lacks in.
George chuckles softly and noses at Alfred's temple. "I am, yes. And before you worry too much, both Herbert and Sarah know about my feelings towards you. Herbert suspected already." Sarah didn't quite understand, but she made it clear that so long as Georg kept coming back to her, she didn't much care.
"I saw you in the window of the inn the night you arrived, lit by candlelight. I found you strikingly beautiful."
That is...more of an answer than he even expected. He reddens yet again, jaw dropping for a moment as he lifts his head enough to look at Georg, to read his expression.
He's being sincere. Alfred's chest feels warm and a shiver runs down his spine at the same time.
"...You...think I...am beautiful?" He's gotten used to hearing that from Herbert, but - Georg?
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But he's..a little confused about it, too. His love for Herbert is something impossibly deep, something that echoes back through his whole soul. But what he feels for Georg is...not entirely platonic, either, is it?
And yet, here he is, whatever kind of love it is reciprocated.
Part of him wants to ask, but...the other part just wants to sit with it for a while.
But...there is...something nagging at him.
"I...I do have...a little...question."
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"You may ask me anything you like. Always."
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Wait, hold on, ask the question! He swallows hard. Just ask. Just say the words.
"...Are you...ah...attracted...to me?"
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"I saw you in the window of the inn the night you arrived, lit by candlelight. I found you strikingly beautiful."
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He's being sincere. Alfred's chest feels warm and a shiver runs down his spine at the same time.
"...You...think I...am beautiful?" He's gotten used to hearing that from Herbert, but - Georg?
His brows knit together in clear confusion.
"...Wait, they both...know?"