[ william studies him when he enters, gently shutting his book as he regards albert -- he takes in his mood, the warmth in his heart even if he can't help a twinge of possessiveness, of jealousy, that someone might have taken albert away from him. there are new marks on his throat; the sight of them makes his chest tighten.
but it's quickly set aside; after all, william has never quite felt and seen him like this, and perhaps it's better this way. (is it, really? -- he has to believe that it is) ]
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but it's quickly set aside; after all, william has never quite felt and seen him like this, and perhaps it's better this way. (is it, really? -- he has to believe that it is) ]
You seem much happier, Albert.
[ a quiet, murmured observation. ]