Story: Without Words
Summary: Envy had never been good with communication and both of them knew it. But maybe they didn't need words.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA

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It was one of those times that things became too much to deal with; that self-loathing and resentment(jealousy) for humanity consumed him. One of those he would get lost in self introspection and obsess over things about himself that he wanted more than anything to change, to forget.

It was one of those times he acted on the urge to rip his skin apart, just to watch it bleed and reginerate. Over and over.

What he didn't expect was for somebody to walk in on him.

"Envy... What are you doing?"

Envy felt sick to his stomach when he heard the voice. Looking up, he saw Lust standing there, the look of betrayal, yet confliction and shock, evident on her face.

"Lust!" Envy jumped, startled. "I...!"

He wanted to explain. He wanted to get everything off his chest. Yet he also wanted to curse himself for being so weak... so human.

The words wouldn't come. They got stuck in his throat.

He couldn't speak. He could hardly breathe.

Expecting to get scolded, to be judged and looked down upon, he turned away, unable to face her.

He was ashamed, and frustrated.

He knew that she was disappointed in him. She had to be.

And it was painful, because Lust was one of the only people in the world that he truly valued the opinion of. So the thought of her looking at him in a bad light, hurt him more than he ever wanted to let on.

He heard the clack of her heels as she began to walk towards him, growing more and more anxious by the second, unable to move or speak or do anything. However, when she reached his side, she didn't scold him, she didn't call him weak, she didn't slap him, she didn't even cry. Instead, she just quietly set down beside him, taking his hand in hers.

Her touch was gentle and reassuring. For the first time, somebody was basically telling him, "It's okay. You're not alone."

He didn't know how to process it.

Frustrated tears spilled from his eyes, despite himself. He tried to hold back, but couldn't stop his shoulders from shaking.

Lust gave his hand a light squeeze, as he stifled several sobs. He felt disgusting.

He held up his free hand, covering his face, trying his best to wipe away the salty liquid spilling from his eyes.

Lust then reached up, gesturing for him to lean against her chest.

In that moment, his walls of defense broke and he lost all control, cursing through his sobs.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, a troubled look on her face. She and Envy may bicker a lot, but when it came down to it, she cared more about him than she was willing to admit sometimes.

And here, he, her little brother, had been hurting himself. She had been shocked, and pained at what she had walked in on, and still was, but he needed her right now.

Envy had never been good with communication and both of them knew it. But maybe they didn't need words.

At least not right now.

There was sure to be some discussion about this incident later, but at the moment, it didn't matter. Because actions spoke louder than words anyway, especially for them.

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A/N: This is something I wrote while in the hospital, and I decided to finally get it typed up...