"You know, Al, you don't have to warm yourself in the sun for me."
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
The color red was a distraction. The color red was him. Him--Mustang's own constant distraction, the waving red banner amidst the dull color that painted his everyday life.
Brother wasn't the only one hiding his fears; I was so afraid everything I knew was a lie -- that our brotherhood was a lie.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
Ed tilted his head down, looked up under Greed's bangs — and there, he saw a familiar, shaky grin.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.