So there were series of asks about how the moderns would react if master said “I love you” could we get that but for the antiques? Maybe for George, charle, chassepot, jitte, tabatiere, and cutlery :3 Tysm
...wait, him? Really? Not Brown Bess?? George doesn't quite realize that you're really directing such tender feelings at him, and it takes some reassurance and insistence to get the point across. He gives you this pitiful, wide-eyed, confused stare, expression shocked as you clarify that you really do mean him. When it finally sinks in, though, he's elated— practically vibrating with happiness because he never thought that someone's love would be meant for him.
He's somewhere between so happy he could burst and on the verge of tears as soon as your words sink in. You really are everything he's ever dreamed of in a Master, and so kind to him even when you both know he doesn't deserve it. Past the sniffling, he gets out that he loves you too, all teary-eyed and this close to pleading for a hug before he really breaks down from the emotions. Hearing that you love him makes him feel safe, like your kindness won't be taken away.
He tries to handle it with dignity, he really does. It shouldn't be that hard! Just smile politely, thank you, give some sweet compliment back, it's nothing, it's fine. Instead, he's choking back an awful lump in his throat while his face starts to burn, stumbling over his words as the only thing he can ask is why? What did he do to deserve Master's love? He has so many flaws, and yet, you still love him? Soon enough, he's bound to fail at holding back his tears.
He's both delighted to hear it and terribly flustered... and perhaps, feeling a bit like he doesn't deserve your affection, in the first place. It's too much for his heart to take, having you come right out and say it like that! He's blushing up to his ears as he stammers through an awkward thanks, before barely working up the courage to say that he loves you too. He really does! You're a terribly kind Master, giving your affections to a strange, undeserving tool like him.
His heart can't take this. He tries to deflect and insists that he's really not worthy of such affection, that there are surely better weapons that you could direct this sentiment to, really, you don't need to waste your time on him. When you double down, he tries to quickly brush it off and move on, but he's too flustered to look you in the eye. He'll be thinking about this for ages afterward, stunned that you really care about him enough to bother making it clear.
He assumes you're teasing him at first, trying to get a reaction by dangling something sweet over his head, and bristles in response. It takes some reassurance to convince him you're serious— but when you do, you get to watch the sudden, panicky blush creep up his face. The usual bizarre gun insecurities make him feel undeserving, and he's much too flustered to express how happy he is without combusting on the spot. Not that he does a very good job of hiding it.