Author's Notes: This was originally going to just be a angsty thing to release my own feelings of life suckage, but once I started writing, I wanted to be resolved. So as angsty as it starts, it has a good ending. Enjoy.

Ed always hated these nights. They were the worst. Al was gone, out with Winry. Ed was left alone in their apartment again. It was too quiet and too lifeless to make Ed comfortable. He'd tried to distract himself by reading, or writing, or hell...eating. But nothing seemed to work.

So Ed was left to lay in bed and think about how much he hated being alone. The one person he loved, Roy Mustang (of all people), had finally given up on him. He was a lost cause after all. Roy was never one for a committed relationship and that's all Ed seemed to want.

Actually, Ed just wanted someone to always be there with him. It didn't matter who so much anymore. He would have preferred Roy, but it wasn't meant to be. Al usually filled the hole, until Winry came down for her monthly visit. Then Ed was left to function alone.

It never went well.

Sometimes he'd get into fits of rage and go to punching bag they had set up in the leaving room and beat it to a pulp. Sometimes he'd end up going for a walk and finding some guy or girl to hook up with for a night. And sometimes-like tonight-he'd lay in bed and cry himself to sleep.

Edward Elric did not like being alone. His body ached with the need to have someone, anyone, hold him close and tell him he wasn't alone. His mind demanded that someone keep it active. His emotions told him that if he didn't find someone soon, they would leave him an empty shell.

He was closing in on the last. He'd become more and more emotionless of late. Tonight it was bad. His entire body shook with the effort to control the onslaught of tears that were forcing their way out of his body.

His body curled into a ball except for his automail which was entwined in golden tresses that threatened to rip out. His body shook again as a deep sob burst it's way through and his hand tightened on his hair.

He was so emotionally wound up that he never heard the door open. He never felt the stare from the doorway. So when the bed shifted under a weight, Ed's voice immediately caught and he jerked his head up to look.

Roy looked at him softly and lightly reached down to wipe the tears away. "Al came to see me." He whispered, "I didn't know..." He hesitated, "That you were serious, Ed."

Ed didn't reply, instead he sniffed and tried to look away. Roy didn't let him though, he leaned over and tipped Ed's head towards him.

"I miss you, Ed. I didn't think you would take me so seriously." He pressed his forehead against Ed's, "I thought you just wanted a bed mate. I didn't know you were looking for more." A light kiss to his cheek. "You never told me."

Ed's first thought was to punch him, but his body reacted without his input. His arms wrapped tightly around Roy's neck, pulling him tightly against his body. "I love you." He whispered hoarsely, "I should have told you. I love you."

"Ed..." He pulled back enough to look at him again. "I love you too."

That was all Ed ever wanted and needed to hear.