[He takes the mug and wraps his hands around it the same way he'd held the other one before Albert came in. The warmth is welcome, as is the scent, but he doesn't drink it. And that's another little sign, too.]
[Still, he appreciates it. He appreciates people having his back and he appreciates being reminded. It's - touching, and he's quiet for a moment in the light of that reassurance. Or promise.]
I trust you.
[He does. But he falters there. Cause that still doesn't change that he has no clue of where to begin and while he finds that he'd like to tell Albert about what happened, the sheer gravity of it is holding him back.]
action;
[Still, he appreciates it. He appreciates people having his back and he appreciates being reminded. It's - touching, and he's quiet for a moment in the light of that reassurance. Or promise.]
I trust you.
[He does. But he falters there. Cause that still doesn't change that he has no clue of where to begin and while he finds that he'd like to tell Albert about what happened, the sheer gravity of it is holding him back.]
[But then he finds something else to grasp at.]
The evil that men do, Albert. Do you remember?