You know how you watch something and you get a drabble in mind and you know that's all you'll ever do for that fandom? That's this.

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They are not intimate. All their lives, throughout their long friendship, they never share as much as a kiss.

Bertie loves his Elizabeth; Lionel loves his Myrtle likewise. Bertie is the heir presumptive, and then the king. Lionel is Bertie's *doctor,* or at least confidant and advisor, bound by oath no matter his lack of degree. That last, if nothing else, stands as the greatest barrier to impropriety.

Theirs is a romance of the heart and of the voice. Neither feels the lack of more, particularly, given circumstance and inclination. But when Bertie speaks pure and clear, Lionel hears love.

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