[Al reaches upwards without hesitation to take the hand offered to him. His fingers are like brittle twigs, trembling and freezing inside Zack's.
He can tell that Zack doesn't know who he's talking to, but he's honestly still too enamoured with the feelings spreading through his body to be hurt by it. His back and butt are aching with the warmth of a newly forming bruise. It's an ache that he genuinely couldn't remember feeling beforehand, even though he knows he must have felt it when he was little.]
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He can tell that Zack doesn't know who he's talking to, but he's honestly still too enamoured with the feelings spreading through his body to be hurt by it. His back and butt are aching with the warmth of a newly forming bruise. It's an ache that he genuinely couldn't remember feeling beforehand, even though he knows he must have felt it when he was little.]
It's me, it's Alphonse.
[He chuckles, eyes shining.]
I guess I look a bit different now, huh?