France turns to look at Envy, eyebrows a bit raised at first at the softness of the tone before his entire expression softens and turns to one much sweeter and entirely open. It's an extremely rare expression on France and it makes him look many years younger than he is. It's a face he stopped showing a long time ago.

France is happy, simply and utterly.

"I love you, too."

He stops them in the path, only a few paces from the Inn to kiss Envy, gently sweet. If there is a moment he would bottle and keep, it would be this.