Theme: Five Loves
Wufei I recognized as a comrade and a powerful ally. Back then, he was a loner and as long as he fought with us I didn't care if he considered me a friend or not. However, at some point, the lines between ally and friend blurred.
If I ever said out loud that I care for him, that my respect grew out to be love, he would punch me. That's the type of things we don't talk about. We show them; covering each other's backs, going out for a cup of coffee or not pulling a blow when we spar.