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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"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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