[ Moran breathes in sharp through his nose. It is because he is also attempting to keep himself from laughing. His lips have to be pressed in a thin line when Albert drapes himself over him. Still, for all the amusement that he feels, there is also a steady feeling that they are syncing with one another. ]
Are you offering more, my lord?
[ His words shake just a little as he huffs a laugh against Albert's hair. It seems like they're understanding one another. His arms lightly come around to wrap around the man in his lap. He feels his shoulders drop as he rests his head against Albert's.
There's something comforting in being able to hold him like this, even if it is all a joke. It may be because Albert has never allowed himself to be held by anyone -- figuratively or literally. ]
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Are you offering more, my lord?
[ His words shake just a little as he huffs a laugh against Albert's hair. It seems like they're understanding one another. His arms lightly come around to wrap around the man in his lap. He feels his shoulders drop as he rests his head against Albert's.
There's something comforting in being able to hold him like this, even if it is all a joke. It may be because Albert has never allowed himself to be held by anyone -- figuratively or literally. ]