The pale rose colour on Albert's cheeks deepens again when Arthur confirms for a second time that he likes him, and perhaps he really does mean romantically. But he also looks faintly annoyed that he's been interrupted, and Albert reaches a hand to stroke his shoulder, trying to soothe some of that.

"Once more, from the top?" He offers, prepared this time to see it through, let it find it's course, to relax and not feel his heart leap into his throat. He does want this, this man, he wants... he wants something he can't quite put his finger on, but it is Arthur Morgan, without a doubt.