Simple Offer - Part 5
As promissed part 5 of Simple Offer.. Hope you enjoy it ^^
Title: Simple Offer
Rating: NC17 overall (PG 13 this chapter)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: Spoilers for the series, Yaoi, AU
Disclaimer: I'm playing with them, I don't OWN them.
Summary: A little offer and what came out of it.
~Fifth Time ~
He felt so heavy but comfortable at the same time. He could really lie here and sleep. It wouldn't disturb anybody, would it? The papers that got crumbled under his face weren't that important. Just something about tiles and painting and what else was standing there? He couldn't remember. He let his breath out in a sigh. His breath smelled odd. He couldn't remember what he had eaten that day but it didn't smell healthy at all. He turned his face and moaned quietly. What had he done before his head fell to the desk? He screwed his eyes shut and tried to remember. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his forehead. He could barely look up to the one kneeling (what?) on his desk next to him. He looked up to the swaying person in front of his vision. It was yellow - no it had yellow hair and two golden things were directed at him - eyes maybe? He groaned loudly and tried to sit up but was entirely too heavy for that. He closed his eyes again and laid his head back on the desk. This felt much better.
Just minutes later he heard a door open and close and saw that something/-body blue was standing next to something/-body red. He really should be able to piece the information together but everything was just too heavy. Too much work and not worthy to get up from his spot on the desk. He heard them talking. He was sure that his name was in there as well. Just moments after he heard that the blue called for somebody and another something/-body in blue was coming inside. He was hauled off from his position and dragged somewhere else. The second something/-body in blue carried him piggyback style through dark and cold halls. Funnily enough he was glad that he couldn't spot any other person in blue and he didn't know why.
He grunted as he was sat into something that smelled of leather and fuel. Where was he? Did he even care? To be honest: No. He didn't care where he was he just wanted to go back to sleep. He leaned his head on, what he presumed, was the headrest and sighed happily. Then there was something warm next to him. He turned his head and open his eyes. Again that red thing with the yellow hear and two golden things in the middle. He should really find out what this was. He reached his hand out to brush it against the red thing but he was stopped by something cold on his wrist. He let his hand drop into his lap and closed his eyes again.
He woke again as light was shining in his eyes. It felt much too bright but at least he was somewhat clearer than he had been before. His head was still too heavy but at least he could open his eyes. He sat up in his bed and looked around. This was his bedroom but how did he get there? He remembered going to work and reading some reports about the fresh painted walls and the new tiles in Eastern Headquarters. He remembered feeling ill and having an headache but what else did happen? Had it been a dream and now he was running late for work? He turned around to find his alarm clock. It read 1 o'clock. Looking out of the window he knew that it was 1 in the afternoon. But how long had he slept and who had brought him home? He lifted the heavy comforter lying over him and stepped out of his bed. He still wore his military pants and his white button down shirt. So the one bringing him home didn't change his clothes. He shrugged and made his way out of his bedroom towards the stairs. He could smell that something was being cooked down there, he just couldn't quite say what it was. It just smelled good.
He walked silently over to his kitchen and took a look inside. Ed was sitting on one of his kitchen chairs with his feet crossed on the kitchen table reading what looked like a cookbook and chewing an apple. The kid looked up from his book and eyed the pot on the stove. As it wasn't boiling or making other disturbing noises he went back to read his cookbook. The teen looked up at he felt the other person in the kitchen. He eyed the colonel who was still standing in the entryway. He took his feet from the table and sat up slowly. He took one last bite from his apple and threw the remaining stern into the waste bin.
“So ya decided to wake up sleeping beauty?” He stood up and stretched. His black top rode up a bit and his navel could be seen. Roy did everything he could not to stare but failed miserably. “You're starring, Mustang.”, the teen informed him and walked up to him. The young colonel looked down into two bright golden eyes (So that were the golden things!) and raised an eyebrow before a warm and soft hand landed on his forehead. “You're still running a fever. You shouldn't be up. Doc said that it was close to a pneumonia and you jerk didn't even notice it, did you?” Roy made a good fish impression at that very moment. He let slip a lot of the things the boy said but 'jerk'? Did this kid even know who Mustang was and what exactly commanding officer meant? He scowled and was about to say something as the front door opened and a clanking armour entered his house.
“I bought the lemons for the tea, Nii-san and... Oh hello, colonel. I'm glad you're awake again. You should really take care of your health. It is not good to work while knowing that you're ill. It will just get worse.” Al was always the polite of the two brothers. Maybe he got the whole 'Eric-Politeness' and Ed had to live without it. Roy mentally shrugged and greeted the younger brother. The blonde took the paper bag from the armour and escaped with it into the kitchen. Roy looked after him but was startled when he heard that Al was already moving to the front door again.
“Alphonse? Why are you going back outside?” The older man was curious now. The teen turned around and inclined his helmet a bit. “I'm not staying here with you. Brother is taking care of you and I have my own assignment from lieutenant Hawkeye. You see, there are a lot of ill people around and I'm the delivery boy for medicine and stuff. They need me out there. I think Brother is able to do what he's told.” The younger Elric bowed politely and left Roy standing there in his living room looking at his closed front door.
The older man turned around again as he heard how Ed cleared his throat. The teen was scowling at him - nothing new there - but he also looked sad. Roy arched an eyebrow and waited for Ed to say something. The blonde had been this way since the day Maes had been with them and he and his best friend had an argument about handling Ed the right way - as the soldier he was and not like a kid. What Roy hadn't told Maes that morning was that he knew that he had feelings for the teen and that said teen was standing outside listening to them. But he assumed that Hughes knew anyway. He sighed but this turned into a coughing fit. He hadn't felt ill as he woke up but know he thought he was coughing his lungs out of his body. He slumped down and nearly passed out as he felt a cold hand dragging him to his feet and getting him to the sofa where he relaxed a bit.
“Told ya you shouldn't be up.” muttered the teen as he rubbed lazy circles on the colonel's back. Roy felt heavy again and could go to sleep here next to his Ed. Wait a minute. Since when was Ed his Ed? He shook his head and tried to stand up again but a cold metal hand pressed him into the couch cushions and a warm blanket was dragged around and over him. Concerned golden eyes were looking down at him and he closed his eyes when he felt the warm hand again on his forehead. “Soft...” was all he could say before the blackness engulfed him.
He woke again hours later. He was still lying on his couch with his comforter draped around him and a fire going in the hearth. He sat up slowly and looked around trying to figure out what time it was and where (the hell) Edward was. He didn't need to look long. The small alchemist was asleep on the armchair curled under a blanket. Just there, on the older man's armchair, he looked even younger than the 15 years he was old. Roy sighed softly and leaned against the headrest of his couch. He touched his forehead and decided that his fever was gone. He looked to Ed again and then smirked. He stood up and made his way to his bathroom. As he walked by the teen he was held back by the strong left arm of his youngest subordinate. He swallowed audibly and looked down into two tired golden eyes.
“Don't even think about it, Mustang.” The teen let the blanket fall to the ground and stretched as good as he could while he still held onto Mustang so that the older man couldn't escape. He licked his lips and looked around until he found a clock to find out how late it was. The old grandfather clock on the opposite wall showed 4 in the morning and Ed rubbed his temple with the Automail hand. “You couldn't have waited until it was late enough to start a proper breakfast, could you?” He looked up at Roy and blinked his eyes several times. He was still too tired to think properly but not tired enough to overhear Mustang's attempt to get out of the living room and - he presumed - into the bathroom to take a shower. Really, did the bastard think he was walking quietly? If yes he should think about taking lessons in creeping silently.
Ed let go of Roy's shirt and leaned up (damn freaking tall bastard) and laid his hand again on the forehead. He scowled but soon his hand left the colonels forehead. “You fever has broken. That's something good. At least you won't look at me like I was something alien any more.” Roy raised his eyebrow - he felt the sticky hear on his forehead and that was not appealing - and looked at Ed to get an answer for his last statement. The younger alchemist just rolled his eyes and walked over to the kitchen. Roy shrugged and walked in the direction of his bathroom again until he was stopped - again - by the teen.
“What now? I'm sweaty, Fullmetal and I stink. I need a shower as do you.” Ed blushed at the last part but scowled up at the older man. “Not until you have at least eaten something.” The raven haired man looked surprised at the teen. He blinked and followed the teen into the kitchen where the blonde had already started the soup from the afternoon again. He sighed and took a closer look at the teen. The blond hair was loose from its braid and hung to the younger male's mid back. It really didn't look nice as sweaty as it was. The black top clung to Ed's body like a second skin. Just his leather pants were the way they used to be. The older man looked up again before the teen could inform not to stare at his ass. It was a beautiful little tight ass. Roy really envied Ed for his ass and he knew several women who would do everything for such an ass and such beautiful hair (when it wasn't hanging down like an old rag used to mop the floor).
He sighed and looked out of his window. It was so quiet outside that one wouldn't think there was a big city out there. He looked back to Ed who was busy getting bowls out of one kitchen cabinet. Without thinking he told the teen what he thinking about just minutes ago: “You know we could take a bath together.” The clattering of porcelain hitting the kitchen floor brought him back to his senses. The older man looked into a bright red face and big golden eyes.
“No. Don't even... NO!” the blonde told the older alchemist and turned around again. Roy did the only thing he could think of and questions Ed motives. “Why not, Edward? We are both men and have the same attachment unless you and the doctor making your yearly examination have lied to me.” It was meant as a playful banter, really. He didn't think that Ed would be so flustered about something as simple as taking a bath together. But the teen was beet red and his lips were an angry line. “Edward?” Roy raised both eyebrows and tried to make something out of Ed's behaviour. Had he gone too far? But the teen didn't respond. He just got the soup into the bowls and placed one in front of the older man. He leaned back on the kitchen cabinet and sipped his own soup. Roy sighed and ate his soup.
As he was done he stood up and put his bowl in the sink. Ed was still leaning on the kitchen cabinet looking into his bowl. Roy reached out to get the blonde back to reality but Ed was so deep in thoughts that he hadn't seen Roy standing up or staying beside him. As he felt the touch of the older man's hand on his arm he spun around and the last remains of his soup landed on Roy's shirt. They both looked at each other before Roy found the voice to speak again. “Am I now allowed to take a shower? You don't expect me to go back to bed with soup on my shirt, do you?” Ed looked from the stained shirt to Roy's face and swallowed. “I... Sure. Just go.” Roy sighed and walked out of the kitchen as Ed called him back. “I'm sorry. I haven't seen you... I...” A smile on Roy's lips ended Ed's words. “It's okay, Edward. You really don't want to join me?” The teen blushed furiously and threw a dish towel after the colonel.
After his shower he dressed in his pyjamas and made his way back to the living room. Ed was sitting on his couch with his hair still dripping from his own shower and some slacks and an old t-shirt on. “So you found and used the guest bathroom.” Not even close a question and the only answer he got was a grunt and the rolling of Ed's eyes. It was half past 5 and the sun was rising in the East. The older man looked down at Ed. Next to the teen was a blanket and a pillow lying. Roy inclined his head. “What are the blanket and the pillow for? You don't want me to sleep down here again, do you?” Ed looked at the dark eyed man and rolled his eyes again. He looked back at the fire in the hearth before he answered.”No. You can go upstairs into your bedroom. I'm staying down here if someone calls.” It was a blunt lie and Roy could see through it. “There won't be any calls.” Roy's calm voice made Ed look up again. “How would you know that? Are you the fortune-telling alchemist or something?” The scowl on the beautiful face deepened but Roy wasn't about to give up just yet. “No, I'm not. But I can tell you that Hawkeye prefers home visits over calling and Hughes won't call until he has the 'yes' by Hawkeye.” He sat next to Ed. “So, why don't you want to sleep upstairs in the guest room with the comfortable bed and multiple pillows?”
The teen blushed slightly and slung his arms around his knees. He mumbled something inaudibly and scowled back at the fire. “What was that,Edward?” The teen turned crimson and looked away. “I said I can't sleep alone.” He turned his head back to the fire and swallowed. “Normally Al is with me and even before... before we did.. this... I never have slept alone... and when I'm here Al isn't with me and the cracking of the fire kind of reminds me of the cracking of Al's armour and I can sleep here. That's... all.”
The teen didn't look up but he felt the colonel's eyes on him. Roy looked from the teen to the fireplace. In the end it made sense. The last time he was here, Ed was too exhausted to think about falling asleep but then in the middle of the night he woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. That's why he went into the living room and started a fire. The older man laughed silently at Ed's exclamation. He shook his head, stood up and held his hand out. Ed regarded the offered hand with a deep frown. “My bed is big enough for the two of us. You wouldn't sleep alone and you can check on me on the same time.” The teen thought about it. Why not taking the offer? It wasn't the first time and he could check on the colonel. He shrugged and stood up as well. “Okay. Fine. But I'm just sleeping in your bed to make sure you won't have a relapse.” Roy nodded and gestured Ed to walk to the bedroom. They both were nearly asleep before their heads hit the pillow.
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Title: Simple Offer
Rating: NC17 overall (PG 13 this chapter)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: Spoilers for the series, Yaoi, AU
Disclaimer: I'm playing with them, I don't OWN them.
Summary: A little offer and what came out of it.
~Fifth Time ~
He felt so heavy but comfortable at the same time. He could really lie here and sleep. It wouldn't disturb anybody, would it? The papers that got crumbled under his face weren't that important. Just something about tiles and painting and what else was standing there? He couldn't remember. He let his breath out in a sigh. His breath smelled odd. He couldn't remember what he had eaten that day but it didn't smell healthy at all. He turned his face and moaned quietly. What had he done before his head fell to the desk? He screwed his eyes shut and tried to remember. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his forehead. He could barely look up to the one kneeling (what?) on his desk next to him. He looked up to the swaying person in front of his vision. It was yellow - no it had yellow hair and two golden things were directed at him - eyes maybe? He groaned loudly and tried to sit up but was entirely too heavy for that. He closed his eyes again and laid his head back on the desk. This felt much better.
Just minutes later he heard a door open and close and saw that something/-body blue was standing next to something/-body red. He really should be able to piece the information together but everything was just too heavy. Too much work and not worthy to get up from his spot on the desk. He heard them talking. He was sure that his name was in there as well. Just moments after he heard that the blue called for somebody and another something/-body in blue was coming inside. He was hauled off from his position and dragged somewhere else. The second something/-body in blue carried him piggyback style through dark and cold halls. Funnily enough he was glad that he couldn't spot any other person in blue and he didn't know why.
He grunted as he was sat into something that smelled of leather and fuel. Where was he? Did he even care? To be honest: No. He didn't care where he was he just wanted to go back to sleep. He leaned his head on, what he presumed, was the headrest and sighed happily. Then there was something warm next to him. He turned his head and open his eyes. Again that red thing with the yellow hear and two golden things in the middle. He should really find out what this was. He reached his hand out to brush it against the red thing but he was stopped by something cold on his wrist. He let his hand drop into his lap and closed his eyes again.
He woke again as light was shining in his eyes. It felt much too bright but at least he was somewhat clearer than he had been before. His head was still too heavy but at least he could open his eyes. He sat up in his bed and looked around. This was his bedroom but how did he get there? He remembered going to work and reading some reports about the fresh painted walls and the new tiles in Eastern Headquarters. He remembered feeling ill and having an headache but what else did happen? Had it been a dream and now he was running late for work? He turned around to find his alarm clock. It read 1 o'clock. Looking out of the window he knew that it was 1 in the afternoon. But how long had he slept and who had brought him home? He lifted the heavy comforter lying over him and stepped out of his bed. He still wore his military pants and his white button down shirt. So the one bringing him home didn't change his clothes. He shrugged and made his way out of his bedroom towards the stairs. He could smell that something was being cooked down there, he just couldn't quite say what it was. It just smelled good.
He walked silently over to his kitchen and took a look inside. Ed was sitting on one of his kitchen chairs with his feet crossed on the kitchen table reading what looked like a cookbook and chewing an apple. The kid looked up from his book and eyed the pot on the stove. As it wasn't boiling or making other disturbing noises he went back to read his cookbook. The teen looked up at he felt the other person in the kitchen. He eyed the colonel who was still standing in the entryway. He took his feet from the table and sat up slowly. He took one last bite from his apple and threw the remaining stern into the waste bin.
“So ya decided to wake up sleeping beauty?” He stood up and stretched. His black top rode up a bit and his navel could be seen. Roy did everything he could not to stare but failed miserably. “You're starring, Mustang.”, the teen informed him and walked up to him. The young colonel looked down into two bright golden eyes (So that were the golden things!) and raised an eyebrow before a warm and soft hand landed on his forehead. “You're still running a fever. You shouldn't be up. Doc said that it was close to a pneumonia and you jerk didn't even notice it, did you?” Roy made a good fish impression at that very moment. He let slip a lot of the things the boy said but 'jerk'? Did this kid even know who Mustang was and what exactly commanding officer meant? He scowled and was about to say something as the front door opened and a clanking armour entered his house.
“I bought the lemons for the tea, Nii-san and... Oh hello, colonel. I'm glad you're awake again. You should really take care of your health. It is not good to work while knowing that you're ill. It will just get worse.” Al was always the polite of the two brothers. Maybe he got the whole 'Eric-Politeness' and Ed had to live without it. Roy mentally shrugged and greeted the younger brother. The blonde took the paper bag from the armour and escaped with it into the kitchen. Roy looked after him but was startled when he heard that Al was already moving to the front door again.
“Alphonse? Why are you going back outside?” The older man was curious now. The teen turned around and inclined his helmet a bit. “I'm not staying here with you. Brother is taking care of you and I have my own assignment from lieutenant Hawkeye. You see, there are a lot of ill people around and I'm the delivery boy for medicine and stuff. They need me out there. I think Brother is able to do what he's told.” The younger Elric bowed politely and left Roy standing there in his living room looking at his closed front door.
The older man turned around again as he heard how Ed cleared his throat. The teen was scowling at him - nothing new there - but he also looked sad. Roy arched an eyebrow and waited for Ed to say something. The blonde had been this way since the day Maes had been with them and he and his best friend had an argument about handling Ed the right way - as the soldier he was and not like a kid. What Roy hadn't told Maes that morning was that he knew that he had feelings for the teen and that said teen was standing outside listening to them. But he assumed that Hughes knew anyway. He sighed but this turned into a coughing fit. He hadn't felt ill as he woke up but know he thought he was coughing his lungs out of his body. He slumped down and nearly passed out as he felt a cold hand dragging him to his feet and getting him to the sofa where he relaxed a bit.
“Told ya you shouldn't be up.” muttered the teen as he rubbed lazy circles on the colonel's back. Roy felt heavy again and could go to sleep here next to his Ed. Wait a minute. Since when was Ed his Ed? He shook his head and tried to stand up again but a cold metal hand pressed him into the couch cushions and a warm blanket was dragged around and over him. Concerned golden eyes were looking down at him and he closed his eyes when he felt the warm hand again on his forehead. “Soft...” was all he could say before the blackness engulfed him.
He woke again hours later. He was still lying on his couch with his comforter draped around him and a fire going in the hearth. He sat up slowly and looked around trying to figure out what time it was and where (the hell) Edward was. He didn't need to look long. The small alchemist was asleep on the armchair curled under a blanket. Just there, on the older man's armchair, he looked even younger than the 15 years he was old. Roy sighed softly and leaned against the headrest of his couch. He touched his forehead and decided that his fever was gone. He looked to Ed again and then smirked. He stood up and made his way to his bathroom. As he walked by the teen he was held back by the strong left arm of his youngest subordinate. He swallowed audibly and looked down into two tired golden eyes.
“Don't even think about it, Mustang.” The teen let the blanket fall to the ground and stretched as good as he could while he still held onto Mustang so that the older man couldn't escape. He licked his lips and looked around until he found a clock to find out how late it was. The old grandfather clock on the opposite wall showed 4 in the morning and Ed rubbed his temple with the Automail hand. “You couldn't have waited until it was late enough to start a proper breakfast, could you?” He looked up at Roy and blinked his eyes several times. He was still too tired to think properly but not tired enough to overhear Mustang's attempt to get out of the living room and - he presumed - into the bathroom to take a shower. Really, did the bastard think he was walking quietly? If yes he should think about taking lessons in creeping silently.
Ed let go of Roy's shirt and leaned up (damn freaking tall bastard) and laid his hand again on the forehead. He scowled but soon his hand left the colonels forehead. “You fever has broken. That's something good. At least you won't look at me like I was something alien any more.” Roy raised his eyebrow - he felt the sticky hear on his forehead and that was not appealing - and looked at Ed to get an answer for his last statement. The younger alchemist just rolled his eyes and walked over to the kitchen. Roy shrugged and walked in the direction of his bathroom again until he was stopped - again - by the teen.
“What now? I'm sweaty, Fullmetal and I stink. I need a shower as do you.” Ed blushed at the last part but scowled up at the older man. “Not until you have at least eaten something.” The raven haired man looked surprised at the teen. He blinked and followed the teen into the kitchen where the blonde had already started the soup from the afternoon again. He sighed and took a closer look at the teen. The blond hair was loose from its braid and hung to the younger male's mid back. It really didn't look nice as sweaty as it was. The black top clung to Ed's body like a second skin. Just his leather pants were the way they used to be. The older man looked up again before the teen could inform not to stare at his ass. It was a beautiful little tight ass. Roy really envied Ed for his ass and he knew several women who would do everything for such an ass and such beautiful hair (when it wasn't hanging down like an old rag used to mop the floor).
He sighed and looked out of his window. It was so quiet outside that one wouldn't think there was a big city out there. He looked back to Ed who was busy getting bowls out of one kitchen cabinet. Without thinking he told the teen what he thinking about just minutes ago: “You know we could take a bath together.” The clattering of porcelain hitting the kitchen floor brought him back to his senses. The older man looked into a bright red face and big golden eyes.
“No. Don't even... NO!” the blonde told the older alchemist and turned around again. Roy did the only thing he could think of and questions Ed motives. “Why not, Edward? We are both men and have the same attachment unless you and the doctor making your yearly examination have lied to me.” It was meant as a playful banter, really. He didn't think that Ed would be so flustered about something as simple as taking a bath together. But the teen was beet red and his lips were an angry line. “Edward?” Roy raised both eyebrows and tried to make something out of Ed's behaviour. Had he gone too far? But the teen didn't respond. He just got the soup into the bowls and placed one in front of the older man. He leaned back on the kitchen cabinet and sipped his own soup. Roy sighed and ate his soup.
As he was done he stood up and put his bowl in the sink. Ed was still leaning on the kitchen cabinet looking into his bowl. Roy reached out to get the blonde back to reality but Ed was so deep in thoughts that he hadn't seen Roy standing up or staying beside him. As he felt the touch of the older man's hand on his arm he spun around and the last remains of his soup landed on Roy's shirt. They both looked at each other before Roy found the voice to speak again. “Am I now allowed to take a shower? You don't expect me to go back to bed with soup on my shirt, do you?” Ed looked from the stained shirt to Roy's face and swallowed. “I... Sure. Just go.” Roy sighed and walked out of the kitchen as Ed called him back. “I'm sorry. I haven't seen you... I...” A smile on Roy's lips ended Ed's words. “It's okay, Edward. You really don't want to join me?” The teen blushed furiously and threw a dish towel after the colonel.
After his shower he dressed in his pyjamas and made his way back to the living room. Ed was sitting on his couch with his hair still dripping from his own shower and some slacks and an old t-shirt on. “So you found and used the guest bathroom.” Not even close a question and the only answer he got was a grunt and the rolling of Ed's eyes. It was half past 5 and the sun was rising in the East. The older man looked down at Ed. Next to the teen was a blanket and a pillow lying. Roy inclined his head. “What are the blanket and the pillow for? You don't want me to sleep down here again, do you?” Ed looked at the dark eyed man and rolled his eyes again. He looked back at the fire in the hearth before he answered.”No. You can go upstairs into your bedroom. I'm staying down here if someone calls.” It was a blunt lie and Roy could see through it. “There won't be any calls.” Roy's calm voice made Ed look up again. “How would you know that? Are you the fortune-telling alchemist or something?” The scowl on the beautiful face deepened but Roy wasn't about to give up just yet. “No, I'm not. But I can tell you that Hawkeye prefers home visits over calling and Hughes won't call until he has the 'yes' by Hawkeye.” He sat next to Ed. “So, why don't you want to sleep upstairs in the guest room with the comfortable bed and multiple pillows?”
The teen blushed slightly and slung his arms around his knees. He mumbled something inaudibly and scowled back at the fire. “What was that,Edward?” The teen turned crimson and looked away. “I said I can't sleep alone.” He turned his head back to the fire and swallowed. “Normally Al is with me and even before... before we did.. this... I never have slept alone... and when I'm here Al isn't with me and the cracking of the fire kind of reminds me of the cracking of Al's armour and I can sleep here. That's... all.”
The teen didn't look up but he felt the colonel's eyes on him. Roy looked from the teen to the fireplace. In the end it made sense. The last time he was here, Ed was too exhausted to think about falling asleep but then in the middle of the night he woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. That's why he went into the living room and started a fire. The older man laughed silently at Ed's exclamation. He shook his head, stood up and held his hand out. Ed regarded the offered hand with a deep frown. “My bed is big enough for the two of us. You wouldn't sleep alone and you can check on me on the same time.” The teen thought about it. Why not taking the offer? It wasn't the first time and he could check on the colonel. He shrugged and stood up as well. “Okay. Fine. But I'm just sleeping in your bed to make sure you won't have a relapse.” Roy nodded and gestured Ed to walk to the bedroom. They both were nearly asleep before their heads hit the pillow.
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