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Roy sighed and put his head between his hands. He mumbled after a while, "Does Ed know?"
She replied, " No, I found out not 15 minutes ago. I was coming to tell him, but I see he is asleep, so…"
"I'll tell him."
"Are you sure? You two don't like each other that much. I don't want to come in here because you two are screaming your heads off."
"Yes Leutinent. I doubt he will be in a screaming mood," He said feeling rather annoyed. He now had to tell Ed that he was going to stay at his house until new quarters were available and that his last reason for living was now dead. And there was still his work to consider. He let out a long sigh, "You are dismissed Hawkeye."
"What are you going to do about living quarters? And I know you aren't going to try giving him work." With that she fondled her gun in its holster. That meant one thing, 'You know exactly what I mean and if you try otherwise, you will be staring down the barrel.'
"I doubt anyone Ed knows has the room for him, so I'll be taking him in for the time being."
"And the work," she said dangerously.
"None."
"Good, I be taking my leave now," with that, she walked out.
After a few hours, Ed finally started to stir. Roy guessed that he hadn't gotten much sleep with all the commotion going on. "Hello, Edward." The tone was very downcast and sullen.
Ed immediately woke up at the tone, "What happened?" he said in a semi-loud voice filled with anxiety.
Roy found it difficult to get even one word out when he looked into those honey-gold eyes. So, with great difficulty, he managed to say, "Al…he…"
'Stuttering, that is very uncharacteristic of him." He swallowed hard, "What happened to him?" he begged to know the answer. His whole face was filled with fear, almost like he knew what happened.
"He…passed away not to long ago"
Ed looked at him with an empty void displayed on his face. He didn't know what to think. All the color was drained from his whole body. His fists curled up, the knuckles a ghostly white. He didn't want the tears to pass through his eyes. Ed knew Roy wouldn't tease him about it, but regardless.
Roy felt a sudden sympathy for him. Sure, he thought his life was rough and he hated it, but right now, he couldn't find an emotion that bested what Ed must've felt at that moment. After what seemed like forever, he broke the silence, "As about your living arrangements, you are free to stay at my house."
Ed stood silent, oblivious to the world.
Roy knew he wouldn't get anywhere if he didn't snap Ed out of his trance-like state, so he did what he does best, he snapped. A fireball and a burst of heat brought Ed out of his unconscious state. He proceeded to yell at him, "What the fuck was that for, Mustang?"
Roy, however, kept his cool instead of retaliating like he normally would. "Welcome back to the world Ed. Now, did you hear me?"
He fumed for a brief second, then let out a sigh, "No, can you run that by me again?"
"You will be staying at my house until other living quarters can be arranged," he braced himself from the almost certain complaining, but it never came. "Ed?"
"No matter how much I complain, I know I won't get out of this."
"Good, let's go."
A/N: I'm sorry if it was too out of character, but this is how I think Ed would react to Al's death. God forbid. Big thanks go out to catberry, my ONLY reviewer. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.