Weep, Little Lion Man 6e/6

Alfred's hands fisted the cotton against Arthur's back. His shoulders tightened. He didn't want to let go. He couldn't. He couldn't. As much as big important speeches go, Alfred still had to protect, still had to try. He still wanted to try, for Arthur. His own Father.

He sniffed, and all Arthur did was smile lightly to himself. He reached around, and rubbed Alfred's back in a soothing motion.

“Idiot,” he said.

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