It was like this every once in a while.
They fought to the point that Lovino wondered what the point of their relationship was, and he just wanted to hide away from it, to run away.
Alfred hid as well in his own way, and when they crossed each other's path in the inevitably, too small house, Alfred was silent and fuming.
Their relationship wasn't perfect, but then again, whose was?
They loved each other through it all which was why their thorns hadn't chased the other off.
Love was a beautiful thing in the way that it could withstand fights while remaining unchanged.
Alfred's parents could attest to that since they fought like cats and dogs while still loving each other.
Lovino sighed, "Sorry, bastard."
Part of the fight had been his fault after all, it was just a little hard to admit to.
"It's okay, man. I love you, and The Hero forgives you. I'm sorry too, Lovi." Alfred murmured.
"Ti amo." It was like the fight had never existed when he could lay like this in Alfred's arms against a warm chest in a gentle embrace as he was forgiven.
Isn't this how love should be: full of forgiveness and joy?
Love was perserved and cared for here.
Yes, Lovino loved Alfred, faults and all.
Love was a powerful thing.