George had smiled at the silly cypher, it had took him a while to realize what code it was, laughed at the silly codes and clues in the letter. He had spent a whole day in his sofa, just trying to solve it, and when he did, he felt remarkably proud of himself. And rather happy when he read the content. Very happy indeed.

Dear Albert,
if I where an emperor I would look out for my own son, not embrace him to throw me a birthday party. He will have his will though, he always will. He is not as timid as his brother, sometime I wonder if he will ever get a proper job.
But then I would be delighted to come to visit you in London. I really miss London, we must go and visit all the places we used to. If not the germans destroyed it.
Either way...

They made up plans. Great and wonderful plans that was probably never going to be accomplished. But each time Albert included little cyphers for George to solve, each one a little bit trickier than the first (really simple one) and the harder they got, the more filthy Albert dared to be. Telling George what he would like to do with him, what he would like George to do with him, and George did not fear for a second that they where to old. (even though they had been to old 16 years ago... George stopped for a moment, had he not had sex in 16 years? But it could not be, it felt like he had just... 16 years is an awfully long time.)
He spent his birthday by getting woken up all to early, but since he got coffee (good, strong coffee, how he missed that) everything was forgotten.
”Charles, I am going to meet an old friend this weekend.” he said.
”Sure.” Charles said and smiled. ”Where are you going?”
”London.” he said. Charles jumped up besides him in the bed. ”Is that alright with you?”
”Why would it not be? I get the house to myself, don't have to have you waiting for the mail every day like some lunatic.”
”Don't bring any girls over, Charles.” He said.
”No, no, I won't.” Charles said and drank some more of his tea. ”And am I the type who bring home girls?”
”I guess not.” he said. ”Should I worry about that?” he asked.
”Worry about what?” Charles looked up at his father.
”Well... will I be a grandfather? William pretends that he is courting some fair lady, and you are 27, young man.” Alright, the young man had just gotten a degree from a prestigious university and was now entitled to be a doctor, but still. George wanted the house to himself, or at least share it with a a married man and wife and little babies.
”Are you asking me if I like men, dad?”
George swallowed. ”I think I am.”
”No, dad, I don't.” he said. ”I like girls, but they don't seem to like me.” George where going to suggest that they probably would like him if he just talked to them.
”You say that like it would be normal.”
”I don't think that it's wrong.” Charles yawned. ”George Kent is... gay, as he calls it. It's 1949 after all. Just think of it, Oscar Wilde liked men, and he wrote some fantastic books. And Joseph Marlowe probably was, and Joseph Marlowe might be Shakespeare!”
George just smiled, and laughed, oh how he loved his son. ”That's good son. One should be able to love freely.”
”I didn't expect you to be so... alright with it, dad.” Charles said. ”You seem more like the old victorian moral... thingie man.”
”Well, I was in the army and at boarding school. I have seen most things.” He smiled and finished his coffee. ”I am still going to be 'old victorian moral man' on certain things though, Charlie. Like doing the dishes and not sleeping with girls until you marry them.”
”Silly man, come one, make me breakfast.” Charles left the room, with the tray with two cups.
”Find yourself a woman to do so.”
”I won't get to marry her if I don't knock her up first!” Charles yelled from the kitchen at the bottom floor.
”Then do that then!” George laughed as he was getting dressed. Silly kid.