He looked at him with a frown on his face for a very long time, his eyes watching the face before him. Albert didn't know what to say or think in that moment. While everything felt right about this man talking to him, something looked wrong.

"I'm not married to you," he whispered, but he sounded unsure. "I-I remember.. I remember the feel of my fingers in his hair, he-he's younger than you." Albert didn't mean to sound rude, but right now the things he could remember were from before that first painful kiss of another Fia had.