Herbert flings his arms around Alfred in a passionate embrace. One full of longing, full of need and loneliness. "They stay with me. You do, my love, you do. You belong here with me. And I will dote on you endlessly."
He can't imagine what might be making Alfred cry, only that -- perhaps it's the same thing that had him crying, earlier. The wretched loneliness they both suffer, that has now at last come to an end.
For a minute or two, he doesn't reply - he clings tightly, weeping openly against Herbert, the sobs shaking his cold body. He just almost died. He just almost DIED. He TALKED TO DEATH and he STOOD UP TO DEATH. For the man holding him.
It's so new. It's all so new.
"...I want...." It's quiet, muffled, shaky. "...I want...to do the same...for you...."
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Date: 2021-11-29 04:03 am (UTC)He can't imagine what might be making Alfred cry, only that -- perhaps it's the same thing that had him crying, earlier. The wretched loneliness they both suffer, that has now at last come to an end.
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Date: 2021-11-29 04:16 am (UTC)It's so new. It's all so new.
"...I want...." It's quiet, muffled, shaky. "...I want...to do the same...for you...."