The statue-like stillness of the other man tells him all he needs to know. A fool, a fool, when will he ever be anything but a fool? This is not the pose for a photograph that you can arrange a man for. If a man reacts badly to a kiss, then you do not press on in the hopes he will warm up to you.

Albert pulls away, his own eyes wide and he fidgets for his coffee cup, snatching it up and retreating back into the kitchen as fast as he can. If Arthur wants to leave, now he gets ample chance to do so without having to speak or look at Albert again. Now he knows exactly what Albert is, there can be no doubt he will want nothing more to do with him.

"You are a fool and a deviant." He tells himself, angry and upset. Arthur is a good man, a kind man, but no doubt he won't want to associate with such a man as Albert.