Edward sits cross-legged on the tangled sheets facing Roy who is also cross-legged. Ed's hands are loosely clasped in Roy's bigger and rougher hands. Roy gently frees one of them and smooths his thumb over Edward's bottom lip.
"What are you doing?" Edward asks softly, his voice still rough.
"Memorizing your face in case I ever lose my eyesight again," Roy says, just as softly.
Ed smiles and says, "You're such an idiot."
Roy smiles back and leans forward pressing a kiss against the healing scrape on Edward's cheek.
"I love you too," Roy replies, and the world continues to turn.