[For the house. For staying. For being loyal. For everything. Albert knows Moran doesn't want to hear it, but he'll only say it once. The way they are right now, so close, he doesn't care if the whole world sees. This is his man, his sworn, devoted friend, and he'll let it be known.]
[ He swallows the words that would dismiss the gratitude. Instead, he just offers a small nod as he looks toward the mansion. ]
Let's go.
[ Letting out a sigh, he realizes there is a lot more shopping that he is going to have to do to make sure their home looks as they like. ]
We can figure out where everything goes and the like. [ A beat passes before he reaches to take Albert's hand; he looks away again as he starts to head to the mansion. He wishes that he could have walked into their manor this way as well, holding onto one of their hands and passing the entryway as equals. But he doesn't mind his situation; he would rather be the dog of the manor and make their dreams come true. ]
[It's going to be quite the effort to get the house in order, but Albert welcomes the challenge.
There's a moment's pause as Moran moves away, then an almost smug smile as the man takes his hand. They will walk side-by-side here, the equals as men that they always were, and he's more than a little glad of it.
The inside is remarkable, if completely different from what he's accustomed to back home. The architecture is different, the fixtures, the use of space... He imagines it's all just as modern and nice as his apartment, if not more so.]
[ Moran corrects but it is with a small smile. Three for the brothers and the remaining would be for Fred and himself. His chin drops a little as he looks away -- he knows in holding Albert's hand that Albert feels the tentative happiness that he feels just standing in the manor.
I didn't seek this out for myself. I only sought it out because it'd be for you. It really is a good thing that thoughts don't get transferred, as well, or he would have to leave and not show his face for countless months.
Being seen as a romantic, as a soft-hearted person, he would die. ]
We'll make sure it's comfortable for them. I don't want to hear Fred complain that I didn't do enough. [ Even if Fred would never complain about such things. ]
[ Moran doesn't finish his comment. He only thought of what would make others happy and feel more at ease should they arrive. And, he feels like the promise of William and Louis having a room and place would help ease any worries and concerns that might be quietly eating away at Albert.
He can live easily knowing that his connection to the manor is unbreakable. It is much like how he held onto the lives of his platoon. Even if he couldn't see them, couldn't hear them, and no longer at their side; he knew they were with him. The manor is more of a comfort while the lives of his men were more like a silent burden that he carried -- but if he didn't carry it, who would?
But Albert is a little different than him. Moran thinks having a room to fix and prepare would do him good. Having a physical space to see makes it easier to feel the connection and bond that he has.
He lets go of Albert's hand to start to walk forward, tucking his own hands into his pockets. ]
I don't mind noticing that you're here. So, don't worry too much about it.
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[For the house. For staying. For being loyal. For everything. Albert knows Moran doesn't want to hear it, but he'll only say it once. The way they are right now, so close, he doesn't care if the whole world sees. This is his man, his sworn, devoted friend, and he'll let it be known.]
Shall we look inside? I doubt it's furnished.
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Let's go.
[ Letting out a sigh, he realizes there is a lot more shopping that he is going to have to do to make sure their home looks as they like. ]
We can figure out where everything goes and the like. [ A beat passes before he reaches to take Albert's hand; he looks away again as he starts to head to the mansion. He wishes that he could have walked into their manor this way as well, holding onto one of their hands and passing the entryway as equals. But he doesn't mind his situation; he would rather be the dog of the manor and make their dreams come true. ]
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There's a moment's pause as Moran moves away, then an almost smug smile as the man takes his hand. They will walk side-by-side here, the equals as men that they always were, and he's more than a little glad of it.
The inside is remarkable, if completely different from what he's accustomed to back home. The architecture is different, the fixtures, the use of space... He imagines it's all just as modern and nice as his apartment, if not more so.]
Four bedrooms?
[He's not sure how the space is used...]
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[ Moran corrects but it is with a small smile. Three for the brothers and the remaining would be for Fred and himself. His chin drops a little as he looks away -- he knows in holding Albert's hand that Albert feels the tentative happiness that he feels just standing in the manor.
I didn't seek this out for myself. I only sought it out because it'd be for you. It really is a good thing that thoughts don't get transferred, as well, or he would have to leave and not show his face for countless months.
Being seen as a romantic, as a soft-hearted person, he would die. ]
We'll make sure it's comfortable for them. I don't want to hear Fred complain that I didn't do enough. [ Even if Fred would never complain about such things. ]
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[The gentleness of the gesture doesn't escape Albert, but for once he won't call Moran out. He'll accept this gift generously.]
We'll see to it there's a greenhouse in the back, with roses, lilies... daffodils, irises...
[He's getting carried away, smiling faintly.]
Until then, it'll just be the two of us. You'll hardly notice I'm here.
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[ Moran doesn't finish his comment. He only thought of what would make others happy and feel more at ease should they arrive. And, he feels like the promise of William and Louis having a room and place would help ease any worries and concerns that might be quietly eating away at Albert.
He can live easily knowing that his connection to the manor is unbreakable. It is much like how he held onto the lives of his platoon. Even if he couldn't see them, couldn't hear them, and no longer at their side; he knew they were with him. The manor is more of a comfort while the lives of his men were more like a silent burden that he carried -- but if he didn't carry it, who would?
But Albert is a little different than him. Moran thinks having a room to fix and prepare would do him good. Having a physical space to see makes it easier to feel the connection and bond that he has.
He lets go of Albert's hand to start to walk forward, tucking his own hands into his pockets. ]
I don't mind noticing that you're here. So, don't worry too much about it.