You act as if you do not do things now that I would fight against, that we are long past the days of a single mistake. If you have no desire or aim to change, then I am wasting my words on a discussion that will take us no further.

[He sounds defeated and tired, and yet, in spite of that, something in his heart breaks when Gellert tells him he misses him.

Albus closes his eyes and is silent a moment, his chest aching at the words, at the memories of so many times when he's wanted the other man at his side and been left with nothing more than air.]

I do, too.