Inside
Ed was asleep again, and Al carried his smaller, yet older, brother on his back. He glanced down the road and shifted the dead weight of the sleeping blonde before continuing on his journey to the next town. Again he wondered why he carried his brother on his back when, frankly, it would have been so much easier to carry him inside the armor. Perhaps it was the memory of touch that carrying his brother induced. Maybe Al just didn't want to be seen alone, or, perhaps, it just felt too personal to have someone in his armor. Even if it was his own brother.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Author's Note: This comes after "Failure" (FMA) but before "A Doodle for a Friend" (Gravitation).
