"I can't let you come with me."
He had expected a fight about that. They fought about everything else, after all. Of all the times for Ed to understand what he was saying between his words, he was glad it had happened now.
Instead of protesting, Edward had simply nodded, and Mustang realized with a pang that the boy he had spent years waiting to grow up finally had, and it was already too late.
The kiss was hard and fast: a rough press of lips that hinted at many things but in the end only really said one: goodbye.