[And Albert has never felt more real, more alive, more present. Ignis makes him feel, makes him laugh and smile and think and breathe easier. He never asked for this and never expected it of any world, but now that he has it he's so reluctant to let it go.]

We'll be sure to enjoy the bath properly at the new house.

[A little laugh.]

My god, waking up to breakfast with you is the best thing. [It's only been a few sparing times, but already Albert appreciates it the way he'd appreciate waking up to hot tea every morning when he was around Louis.] Do you think... [He hesitates to ask, but he's so content right now that it seems the best time.] ...is it possible we could spend more nights together? I won't ask for all of them, of course. Just a few here and there.

[It's a lot, he wagers, to ask of anyone here, when the name of what they're supposed to do is create deep, lasting, and preferably numerous bonds. But if he's asking for one or two nights on odd sorts of days, he might not be being a burden.]

I'd never presume to take all your time, but I am becoming quite fond of you. Let me be a little selfish and I'll end up taking everything.