[Albert is the type to let things fester, but he takes Moran at face value in this and all things. The Moran he sees before him is a man who has let go of everything that held him back, in Albert's opinion.
He's glorious, in his own way, even if Albert would never tell him that.
Glorious. And pulling him off the couch. Albert could choose not to go, their strength isn't so disparate, but he only faintly cuts his eyes to the side before going with the grip to his hand and settling himself like an absolute menace with a knee on either side of Moran's thighs.
Are they playing chicken now?]
Well, whatever gets things done.
[He looks at Moran, leaning his face in close, daring him to back off.]
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He's glorious, in his own way, even if Albert would never tell him that.
Glorious. And pulling him off the couch. Albert could choose not to go, their strength isn't so disparate, but he only faintly cuts his eyes to the side before going with the grip to his hand and settling himself like an absolute menace with a knee on either side of Moran's thighs.
Are they playing chicken now?]
Well, whatever gets things done.
[He looks at Moran, leaning his face in close, daring him to back off.]