This one.

[ his hand curls gently to let albert nuzzle and kiss, the feeling of those soft lips warm against his palm. william is pulling away, and they both know it -- the problem is that now albert knows, too. he can feel his albert searching their connection, reaching out to him, and he knows he will feel that distance, small but there, breaching with only the best of intentions.

but you know what they say about roads to hell and what they're paved out of.

for the first time in his life, william finds himself doubting his own navigation, for as skilled as he is with predicting the thoughts and actions of others, he could never predict hearts, nor love, and that small sound makes his heart ache. ]

When the light in your eyes dies. It has never been more obvious to me than now.

[ he leans in close, pressing his forehead to his. how does he stop hurting albert, whom he loves deeply, profoundly? theirs is one forged by fire and blood, a shared purpose -- albert had saved william and louis as surely as william had saved him in turn, and yet, here they are. ]

What your lover gave you, I've inadvertently taken away.

[ he frowns. ] Tell me, my dearest Albert. How do I return it to you?