Alphonse doesn't know what's worse. That Ed had left to follow a woman Al barely knew or that he's returned without remembering the kiss they shared. Neither make the sensation in his stomach feel any better and neither are helping to stop the room from spinning. If anything, he feels worse because all the strife and hardships they've shared don't seem to compare to how the last couple months have felt. And now none of it even matters. Where's the equivalent exchange in that? How is any of this fair?

Of course, he knows life isn't fair and equivalent exchange doesn't always work, but he feels as though he and Ed will never have a moment's peace with everything the worlds throw at them.

His eyes remain dim as he looks up at his brother. Just how much memories has he lost? And what exactly does Ed remember? Clutching at his brother, he ducks his head and pulls Ed close. Fear strikes him. Should he admit the truth? Should he tell Ed? What if that just ruins things between them all over again?

"Do you love me, Brother?" he asks, fingers wrinkling the cloth of Ed's shirt as he grips tight. "Do you love me?"