[It's not at all how Albert thought things would go, either. There's damp spots on the floor from the ice, drying spots on his shirt... But there's an understanding between the two of them now, on a level they probably should have addressed long ago. He accepts the kiss offered in return, doesn't press forward, just makes sure Moran knows that he sees him, and believes him.

It isn't meant to be much more than that, but when Moran pulls away to look at him and brushes his hair aside, something warm and familiar rises in his chest. He wants to say something, but can't find the words by the time Moran rises up and sends him falling back onto the couch.

His fingers end up curved over the Ruby gem on Moran's chest, and his eyes fix on where they connect there. For a moment, Albert closes his eyes, focuses on the feeling, something he imagines is near to magic if not magic itself. The warmth. The sincerity he can feel. When his eyes open again and he looks to Moran's, he smiles.]

I do.

[With a finger, he traces around the edges of the gem, focused on the skin, and the subtle beat of Moran's heart beneath. Taking Moran's other hand in his, he pulls it to his own Amethyst gem at the hollow of his throat, letting his fingers rest there. Then he smooths his thumb under Moran's fingers before bringing them to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to his fingertips.]

Whatever happens here, know that I do carry the deepest respect and regard for you. And... affection, Colonel Moran.