[Albert wants to say that he is happy, even if things are uncertain. That things won't always go his way, but with all of them, he's sure he can survive, and live well.
He does catch the sadness in Louis' eyes, and while he still doesn't know the cause behind the terrible heaviness he feels whenever Louis looks at him, he imagines it has something to do with his own fate that parallels William's. He can't change that, he's sure. There is nothing about the future that awaits him that he'll be able to alter, if they have already lived it.
It's devastating. This place becomes his hope, then, his hope to be with them as brothers and people, rather than as three parts of one criminal.
He eats several bites of the breakfast--something he always misses when he's not near Louis--then smiles at him, just a touch more brightly.]
He is as remarkable as he is generous, as handsome as he is kind.
[Where does he even begin?]
He cooks. [There. Something comfortable.] Extraordinarily well, though his Yorkshire pudding doesn't hold a candle to yours. Every time I told him about one of my favorite dishes of yours, he'd try to make it for me. He... brought me roses once, and we danced together. [Albert aches just thinking about it, what a beautiful moment it was, that time that he first admitted to having feelings at all.] When I see him, my heart races, and my knees threaten to give out.
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He does catch the sadness in Louis' eyes, and while he still doesn't know the cause behind the terrible heaviness he feels whenever Louis looks at him, he imagines it has something to do with his own fate that parallels William's. He can't change that, he's sure. There is nothing about the future that awaits him that he'll be able to alter, if they have already lived it.
It's devastating. This place becomes his hope, then, his hope to be with them as brothers and people, rather than as three parts of one criminal.
He eats several bites of the breakfast--something he always misses when he's not near Louis--then smiles at him, just a touch more brightly.]
He is as remarkable as he is generous, as handsome as he is kind.
[Where does he even begin?]
He cooks. [There. Something comfortable.] Extraordinarily well, though his Yorkshire pudding doesn't hold a candle to yours. Every time I told him about one of my favorite dishes of yours, he'd try to make it for me. He... brought me roses once, and we danced together. [Albert aches just thinking about it, what a beautiful moment it was, that time that he first admitted to having feelings at all.] When I see him, my heart races, and my knees threaten to give out.