Al's helmet whipped around. "You sneezed!"
Ed glared at him. "I did not!"
If armor could narrow it's eyes, Ed knew Al would have been doing so. He leaned over. "Your face is red. I'll bet you're warm, too," Al said.
Ed resisted the urge to sniffle. "It's just a lousy cold! It'll go away soon."
Al crossed his arms. "Honestly, niisan, you don't have to be so tough all the time."
Ed snorted. "It's not being tough, it's being a man!" he said self-righteously.
That his next sneeze was forcible enough to make him bend over somewhat undermined the image, though.