Alois cherished very few things in his life. His little brother, Luka, his popularity, and his long list of memories with Ciel ranging from their beginning to their current affairs. Losing Luka had been the toughest part of his life, he would say, but only because he had been the only constant thing in his life. Ciel had been there, sure, but they had been on very different terms beforehand. Losing his popularity battle against Ciel (though the other had also accepted loss) had not been so hard to get rid of. He'd enjoyed being popular and the game had kept him highly entertained throughout the years. And then his memories with Ciel...they were what he cherished most nowadays. Aside from his friends and family, his memories were essentially what kept him going.
There had been many times when he had found himself in more of a darker mindset, but the big incident of his and Ciel's love lives had pulled him away from all that. Now he could happily stay curled up with Ciel on either one of their beds or the sofa. Neither had to say a word, the comfortable silence was enough. Ciel would sometimes kiss him once or twice, and Alois would often run his fingers through Ciel's hair soothingly. It was not what anyone had been expecting, but it was certainly something the both of them cherished more than anything.