Words of love being so few and inadequate, everything that was said between them was liable to be misunderstood or worse overheard by others. So they dared not speak. Their passion, restrained but never ending, turned into an all consuming hunger.
There were occasions where they could stand side by side leaning against the walls of the trenches. Behind their backs, unseen by the others, Maurice would let his hand rest on the small of Alec’s back or Alec would interlace his fingers with Maurice’s.
Those moments of stolen pleasure would often seem more painful than not touching at all because they could not stand the thought of the things they could not do or the memory of passions fulfilled in the past.
They were, in short, together but separated and miserable.