[He squeezes Albert's hand as he trembles, and he wants nothing more than to get up and cross the table to wrap his arms around him. He resists the urge for now, because he has a feeling it might just make Albert breakdown even further, and he's not sure his heart can handle that.

So he waits for the shaking to stop, watching Albert quietly, patiently. He wants to be an anchor, something Albert can tether himself to to keep him from drifting away in his emotions, and he hopes desperately that he can manage that.]

Okay. Okay, I can do that.

[He smiles softly, hesitantly, feeling suddenly shy.]

If you want to continue this conversation, we should probably go somewhere more private.

[They should go somewhere where they can express themselves more freely, without prying eyes and curious ears, because Mitsuki isn't sure how much longer he can keep his composure.]