How many times did this make now?

That Alfred had run through his mind and those eyes appeared when he imagined the younger Man's voice?

Arthur had lost count at his point as he lay alone on the old leather couch in the cold living area of his home.

Why was he having such strange thoughts?
Thinking of the American as if he one of the latest heart breaks. How peculiar and it just couldn't be.

Falling for another male?
The mere idea was both frightening and ridiculous to the Brit.

Ridiculous in the sense that it went against everything he had been taught. It was wrong to love another man 'that way', and as his father had said, it was Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Steve.

Frightening in the way that one would think something is shallow only to discover it is deep enough to swallow them whole.
Something his emotions threatened to do daily it seemed.

"This is just a phase... You'll get over it..." His voice was hushed as he mumbled to himself. Trying to convince himself that it was true.