[Albert spends the month in misery, quietly carrying out his campaign and focusing on the public good rather than his personal anguish. He knows it was his fault, after all. That everything he did and everything he was led to this, and that he deserves it. Possibly worse.
Despite Mitsuki's initial assurances that he wasn't letting him go, Albert is genuinely surprised at the text. He's spent the last week or so writing the whole relationship off, wondering if he ought to put the orange silk ties and handkerchiefs and citrine cufflinks and his favorite pocketwatch into storage. It was foolish, after all, to think that someone as good and pure as Mitsuki could love or even tolerate a monster.
His hands shake as he sees the name pop up, then the message, and he excuses himself from late night wine and political conversation to go answer.]
Of course. Name a time and place, or give me ten minutes to find somewhere suitable for a phone call or text.
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Despite Mitsuki's initial assurances that he wasn't letting him go, Albert is genuinely surprised at the text. He's spent the last week or so writing the whole relationship off, wondering if he ought to put the orange silk ties and handkerchiefs and citrine cufflinks and his favorite pocketwatch into storage. It was foolish, after all, to think that someone as good and pure as Mitsuki could love or even tolerate a monster.
His hands shake as he sees the name pop up, then the message, and he excuses himself from late night wine and political conversation to go answer.]
Of course. Name a time and place, or give me ten minutes to find somewhere suitable for a phone call or text.