"Alphonse." Alphonse startled from his reverie, blinking at Jacobi with what he was sure was an amazed expression. He had never heard his name in Jacobi's mouth before, not in all their years together, and it warmed him to his core, making him go all bubbly inside, like a bottle of champagne about to burst. Jacobi looked back at him, faint concern etching the tiniest groove in between his eyebrows. Alphonse wanted to press the pad of his thumb to the mark to erase it, like smudging away an ink blot.
