"Shy"
Loud, brash, overly excitable, defender of all that is short…those were the things that Alfons Heiderich thought of when people spoke of his strange friend, Edward Elric. A Wild card, a ticking time bomb…
But never in his life had he ever seen someone approach him with so tentative a tactic, so innocent a maneuver, as he touched the younger man's hand and grasped it under the pub table.
…though that still didn't keep him from pinning him down and ravaging him when they were maybe three steps into the apartment, gold eyes glowing with something that eclipsed the almost sweet shyness he had shown earlier.
A wild card, indeed.
