I don't intend to abandon our ideals, but it will take some time to grow accustomed to being in two places at once, so to speak. That's what I meant.

[At least Moran has moved over a bit at this point, so Albert sits back against the cushions and crosses his legs, feigning comfort. He's a wreck on the inside, largely from the lack of sleep and the whole ordeal of newly arriving, but he likes to think he's coping...

Until Moran fires back again. Of course the words sting, but how is he going to admit that he was absolutely just bluffing when he made that fuss about friendship...?]

No, even I said we're equals here. I will thank you for calling us "nice", however. It could help me secure my reputation.

[Maybe if he just leads up to this in a different way he can make himself throw down a wall or two and voice his concerns. Moran isn't William, but Moran is a competent man, loyal and true to his causes, and Albert honestly doesn't dislike him so much as he enjoys the reactions his ribbing gets. It makes Albert feel like he does have a friend, or as close as he'd been willing to get to one outside of his brothers.]

Since you'll be here for a while... What have you been doing since you arrived?