[ he feels the soft press of that lips to his palm, warm and so much like rose petals, and his breath catches. how frustrating, that even the smallest things albert does can take his breath away. he lets him settle, lets the tension bleed out and he finds that he can't look away from those beautiful jewel-green eyes.
his thumb smooths over his cheekbone now, admiring the lightness of his smile, how it reaches his eyes now instead of engineered to be placidly polite. how beautiful he is, just like this. ]
I'll bring you onion gravy next time.
[ he murmurs, before he pulls away and gives him space to eat. ]
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his thumb smooths over his cheekbone now, admiring the lightness of his smile, how it reaches his eyes now instead of engineered to be placidly polite. how beautiful he is, just like this. ]
I'll bring you onion gravy next time.
[ he murmurs, before he pulls away and gives him space to eat. ]