Alfred confessed to Matthew once, and once only, only him, no one else. He remembered his childhood too clearly, everything he experienced, everything he went through.
That one time, Matthew was hanging out in Alfred's home. Matthew asked Alfred how it feels like to grow up that fast, as a casual topic. Alfred glanced at him, eyes wide. Matted poked him, asked if he was okay, and he swallowed nervously, wet his lips, fiddling with his fingers. Matthew told Alfred, it's okay, you can choose not to tell me, it's your choice, not mine, and I'm not Arthur, I won't force you to tell me.
Alfred motioned Matthew to his room and sat on the edge of the bed. Matthew never saw Alfred this nervous.
Then, three words made into Matthew's ears.
"It... It was painful."
Matthew didn't expect such an answer.
