"I know, love," Albrecht responded softly, earnestly. Releasing one hand from Ed's shirt, he cupped the man's cheek, palm brushing over dark stubble and his thumb caressing the curve of his cheekbone. It would be argued that maybe Albrecht was too aware of the other mage-- too imprinted-- for while he empathized with his excitement, he could also taste that anger, which lay just below the surface. It was an understandable rage but sometimes made it difficult for Albrecht to fight the instinct to protect Ed-- to destroy everything that had caused him harm.
Ed didn't need protecting. Gone were his days of shakily relearning human legs or his magic. He didn't need a powerhungry fire warlock to fight for him or do his bidding, whether voiced or not, either. Ed needed closer and the ability to build his life however he saw fit, and Albrecht hoped he would continue to have a part in it.
"I would suggest you think long and hard on what outcome you wish to pursue," Albrecht said next, his voice thick, he no doubt affected by the deep rasping of his companion. Leaning up to compensate for their height difference, he then pressed their brows together. "Whatever it is you desire, I will see you through it, and beyond it but there is no returning to the person you were once you've spilled blood. I know this."