Jonathan had a vague memory of waking up at some point in the night, and finding himself sprawled on the bed, with Alphonse laying there, watching him. He returned to sleep after Alphonse reached out and gently stroked his hair.

When Jonathan woke up in the morning, he was alone. Alphonse had left, which, he reminded himself, was what he had told him to do. He sighed, thinking glumly about the rest of the day alone.

But last night…

He threw himself ...