Chicken Soup
Roy Mustang was dead. At least, he felt like it. His head was about to explode, his nose was runny and stuffed, and his body was one giant ache. He didn't just feel dead- he wished he were. That sentiment evanesced when his young blonde companion entered with a large bowl of homemade chicken soup. "Compliments of Izumi. Just eat it- we're all sick of your bitchin'."
"Thanks, Edward."
Ed sat quietly with Roy as he finished his soup, and left him with a goodbye kiss on the top of his head, when Roy was ready to get some much-needed rest.