"Brother?"
Ed took another sip of this drink before answering. Both siblings were lying on the Rockbell's rooftop, it was a very warm night in Resembool and the roof was the best chance the boys had of getting some breeze.
Pinako and Winry were called out on an emergency call - nothing that they couldn't handle - and the Elrics were taking the old woman's absence as an opportunity for draining her hidden stock of cold alcoholic drinks. Edward himself expected to get as much drunk as he could, until sleeping became a fact and not some impossible mission or at least the dizziness took his attention from his aching leg. Having a fullmetal limb could be very bad news in that heat. Winry offered earlier to remove his automail for a bit, at least until the weather cooled a bit, but he declined. Even the nagging sensation of having the remaining part of his thigh slowly cooked was better than the pain of having his nerves attached later.
"Hn?"
"That Father Homunculus, he was like dad's evil clone, right? Dad gone wrong, but essentially a perfect copy, wasn't him?"
Ed refrained the bitter comeback of how in his book, that guy went pretty wrong, evil clone or not.
"Yeah, why?"
"Then he casted out all his sins, all he considered imperfections. If we put it like that, we can say we fought with our dad's flaws. Do you think that's why Lust looked so much like mum?"
Despite the heat the elder Elric felt his blood freeze. What his little brother just said?
"No… No, no, no, NO!" God, he couldn't even think about that!
"What?"
So fucking wrong!
"Gimme the bottle, Al. I'm making sure you will never be drinking again!"
A/N: I was watching Brotherhood again instead of doing something useful with my recess. This happened. Not a English native speaker, unbeta'd.