[It takes all of Albert's strength to not recoil when he's touched, but he goes entirely still for a moment. The pause is lengthy, weighing heavily on him, before he all but melts into Mitsuki's hold.]
No. I'm sorry... I've been selfish, Mitsuki. I hope you can forgive me for that much, if not for the rest.
[Everything tells him to run, to continue the farce that is him being an upstanding, generous, helpful, perfect sort of man. He could lie right now. He could say it was just a nightmare that meant nothing... But lying to Mitsuki is the last thing he wants to do. He's avoided it this long, and he doesn't want to start now.
So, as the man he is--a Moriarty--he steels himself. He'll accept his punishment. He'll accept his sins catching up to him again. For a fleeting, sickening moment, he thinks that he's grateful he'll still have Ignis after this, when all he can do is mourn losing Mitsuki's trust and love.
It's the only end he can see for someone as good as Mitsuki. The man ought to run from this as fast as he can.
But it aches. He doesn't want pity, or understanding, or anything of the sort... yet the thought of losing Mitsuki at all makes him want to frankly die here and now. He was never good enough for him, he knows, but as he turns slightly and wraps his arms around Mitsuki, holding him more tightly than he ever has, he wishes more than anything that he could be enough.
The only thing that keeps him from crying is the absolute dread. The resignation. It's his own fault. He knows.]
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No. I'm sorry... I've been selfish, Mitsuki. I hope you can forgive me for that much, if not for the rest.
[Everything tells him to run, to continue the farce that is him being an upstanding, generous, helpful, perfect sort of man. He could lie right now. He could say it was just a nightmare that meant nothing... But lying to Mitsuki is the last thing he wants to do. He's avoided it this long, and he doesn't want to start now.
So, as the man he is--a Moriarty--he steels himself. He'll accept his punishment. He'll accept his sins catching up to him again. For a fleeting, sickening moment, he thinks that he's grateful he'll still have Ignis after this, when all he can do is mourn losing Mitsuki's trust and love.
It's the only end he can see for someone as good as Mitsuki. The man ought to run from this as fast as he can.
But it aches. He doesn't want pity, or understanding, or anything of the sort... yet the thought of losing Mitsuki at all makes him want to frankly die here and now. He was never good enough for him, he knows, but as he turns slightly and wraps his arms around Mitsuki, holding him more tightly than he ever has, he wishes more than anything that he could be enough.
The only thing that keeps him from crying is the absolute dread. The resignation. It's his own fault. He knows.]