“Gwyn? May I ask you something?”

The scientist and the poet were together in their cell in the time prison, and Alun seemed confused, or maybe he was worried? 

“Yes, of course. You can ask me anything.”
“Earlier, when we were out for a walk, I saw that the captains were holding hands, and it got me worried. Aren’t they afraid that people will come at them for being, you know, together like we are?”

Gwyn and Alun never displayed affection toward each other in front of anyone else; and the scientist realised that with everything that had happened recently, he didn’t tell Alun about how things had evolved regarding sexual orientation. Alun was still under the belief that the love they shared was taboo.

“I need to tell you something, Alun. Miss Lance and Miss Sharpe are more than just together. They’re married.”

Gwyn was smiling, because he was remembering his own reaction when Sara had told him. “You married a woman?” He had asked and the look on Sara’s face had warmed his heart. 
Alun was surprised, of course, but there was also something else, like… hope maybe? 

“Are you saying that we don’t need to hide the fact that we’re together? And that maybe one day I can marry you?”

Yes, there was definitely hope in his voice. Gwyn nodded:
“Yes, we can hold hands like Miss Lance and Miss Sharpe do. We can kiss, and people won’t be shocked. Now, I understand that there will always be some people judging our love, but we’re free to love each other, because as Miss Sharpe told me once: love is love is love is love…”

Gwyn was about to tell Alun that he would happily marry him one day, but the poet was already kissing him as the guard making his round walked past their cell, paying little to no attention to the two men kissing.

Despite being in prison, Alun felt free. 
He would never have to be ashamed for having feelings for another man.
He would never have to hide his feelings for Gwyn anymore.