[The little gesture, even if it is a parody of Oswald's once smug to a fault confidence, goes a long way to soothing the panic Alfred felt when he saw the smear of blood on the floor and on the other man's skin. Not to mention the panic and shame he feels in admitting he is scared of the home he lives in.
He utters a small little chuckle, it's no more than a wheeze really and his eyes move across Oswald's face tenderly.]
A fact I find a lot of comfort in, sir.
[He rumbles softly and reaches out with his free hand to brush his thumb across Oswald's cheek.]
Comfort and strength.
[Moving slowly and carefully as to not hurt him, Alfred plucks the mug from Oswald and then hoists him up enough to wrap his arms around him in a warm embrace. Hugging him against his chest where he will be able to feel slow, steady beating of his heart.]
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He utters a small little chuckle, it's no more than a wheeze really and his eyes move across Oswald's face tenderly.]
A fact I find a lot of comfort in, sir.
[He rumbles softly and reaches out with his free hand to brush his thumb across Oswald's cheek.]
Comfort and strength.
[Moving slowly and carefully as to not hurt him, Alfred plucks the mug from Oswald and then hoists him up enough to wrap his arms around him in a warm embrace. Hugging him against his chest where he will be able to feel slow, steady beating of his heart.]