Now, Roy had insulted Ed tons of times, way too many to count. Most just for the fun of it, or to see Ed's adorable angry face (and somehow he just couldn't be mad for real at the bastard. Except the short-jokes. They were playing with the boundary, so of course those were Roy's favourites to pull). And obviously Edward retorted with his own, waaay to wide knowledge of them for his age mind you, colourful words. But it was simply a habit of teasing they shared.
Very few were to actually inflict pain on the other. And Roy didn't mean to do that, he honestly didn't! It was just a stupid slip up, one that was meant to be teasing. One that inflicted pain.
There were boundaries. Ed didn't make fun of Roy being a pervert or anything related to Ishval and so on. Just like Roy would never joke about human transmutations, Hohenheim… or cripples. Except that one time it accidently escaped his lips.
"Come on Roy, I just have to finish this and then we can do 'that', okay?"
"Uh-huh. I knew it. How sad. My own boyfriend doesn't looove me." Roy rolled around in the bed he was stretched out upon, looking at the others back.
Ed turned around in his chair picking Roy with a small glare and pointing a metal finger in his direction. "50 pages to go, that's all I'm asking for."
"You've got no feelings, can't you see I'm suffering over here? I need you like right now."
The blonde just continued to read, Roy glaring at the incredibly small font that would take literally forever for anyone else to read. And then Roy sighed extremely dramatically. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to blame myself for dating a feelingless cyborg."
Just as the words left his lips he felt regret wash all over him. Every sentence had been a joke, but that was a territory he definitely didn't want to joke about. He could see that Ed had clearly tensed up as well, hand stopped mid-air in turning a page.
So Roy spent at least ten minutes, begging for forgives and saying over and over again that he didn't mean it, promising he'd never say something alike again. All Ed did was saying how it was fine, that Roy was a drama queen and telling him to let it go.
"Seriously Roy, it's okay. I've already heard them all. Cyborg, cripple, abomination, amputee. It's really just words, okay?" Roy's problem was that Ed almost said it as if it truly didn't matter. As if he already knew he was broken and it didn't change the facts if people pointed it out.
Ed looked away from Roy's prying gaze. It stung badly even though it shouldn't have.
He'd heard 'cyborg' before. Tons of times. He just never thought that Roy would say it. But Roy apologized, he didn't mean it…
It didn't truly matter, did it? He knew it wasn't normal that over half his bodyweight consisted of heavy steel, but it was just an arm and a leg. It didn't make him any less human than Al's metal body made him, right?
He supressed a sigh and pushed those kind of stupid thoughts away. He was nearly done with his pages, but he didn't feel for Roy's choice of activity anymore. Didn't feel for displaying his abnormal body. Regretting that he'd chosen to take of his gloves earlier and feeling ashamed about the damn self-consciousness that really shouldn't mean anything to him. Roy already knew. Still, he couldn't help dragging his long sleeve just a little further down, shielding the automail from Roy's concerned gaze.
"I told you, it's fine."
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