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Alfonse knows.
Alice knows.
They know from the way the other looks at them, eyes becoming soft and fond like they're looking at something worth more than their life.
They know from the way they talk with each other, exchanged words of care and concern like a reminder that somebody cares. That they care.
They know from the way their fingers brush with one another when on patrol, itching to touch but afraid of the "problems" that might ensure if they do so.
They know from the way they embrace after a difficult battle, merely to take in the fact they're still alive, they tell themselves.
They know from the way they kiss each other's cheek, completely platonic, they tell themselves.
They know from the way they hold each other's face in their hands, only to make sure the other is taking care of their well-being, they tell themselves.
They know from the way they make each other laugh.
They know from the way they seek each other out.
They know from the way they linger in each other's company.
He loves her.
She loves him.
Alfonse knows that she loves him.
Alice knows that he loves her.
There are words that want to be said yet are never spoken.
Because they are at war, and war is never easy.
War never rests, and so, they try to silence their feelings instead.
But love is never easy.
And love never ends.