…What?
Edward blinked once.
Twice.
Three times, staring at the man in front of him.
Poor guy was a blushing wreck; short hair stuck to his neck from self-induced nervous sweats, his body slouched a bit and his hands clenching and unclenching into unsure fists.
"...What?"
Alfons's eyes closed, the blush on his face deepening.
"Ich sagte: Ich Liebe Dich!"
: I said: I love you!