King of Spades:

“Yes, you see reason…Sometimes I wish you were the boy I met back then. Much less thoughtful, then.” Arthur teased, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “I’ll worry you no longer. I do apologize for my behavior as of late…I admit I enjoy pretending things were like they were. It’s easier to live in ignorance than acknowledge the reality.”

     “I thought you would prefer me this way, “he laughed, a very happy one, as Arthur ruffled his hair. “As if the helmet doesn’t make it bad enough,” Alfred joked, referring back to how disheveled his hair looked after training. As his laughter died down, however, that same serious tone replaced it. “I wish it could be the case as well. Maybe one day there can be a time when you can run around as much as you wish, and I won’t have to worry about your safety. If anyone could make it that way I’m sure it will be you.”