[The first thing says is so typical Albert that Franz barely contains his fond laugh. He seems strangely quiet, after that, and Franz isn't sure how to respond when he was expecting more shouting.
What has happened between them is huge, and it's his fault in a way. How can one mend a gulf like death? The Count had already lured Albert so far away from him, further than their respective marriages and eventual duties would pull them from each other.]
You're not the only one, okay?
[Franz holds Albert close, almost cradling him for a long moment. This place is different, but Albert's hair, his skin still smell like he remembers. It's buried beneath the sterile, mechanical scent of this place but it's there. Albert is here, and real, and he never thought he'd see him again.
He sort of wishes he could cry, so he would stop feeling so raw yet plugged up inside.]
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What has happened between them is huge, and it's his fault in a way. How can one mend a gulf like death? The Count had already lured Albert so far away from him, further than their respective marriages and eventual duties would pull them from each other.]
You're not the only one, okay?
[Franz holds Albert close, almost cradling him for a long moment. This place is different, but Albert's hair, his skin still smell like he remembers. It's buried beneath the sterile, mechanical scent of this place but it's there. Albert is here, and real, and he never thought he'd see him again.
He sort of wishes he could cry, so he would stop feeling so raw yet plugged up inside.]