A/N: See, I told you it was left unfinished. This is how much of chapter 3 was written when we stopped.

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Our eyes stayed locked on each other another moment, each a perfect, almost comical mirror of the other's expression. It was hard to take my eyes off of Ed- his hair unbraided, falling in waves down his shoulders, dripping trails of water down his perfectly formed chest, still cut in bruised in places but no longer caked with blood and dirt. Sitting there, holding the white towel, shining with moisture, he seemed almost to be glowing, making him that much more gorgeous than he already had been by how pure, how pristine he seemed now. I looked at the floor, embarrassed. "S...sorry...I was just coming in to shave..."

I glanced back up at Ed's face and this time it was he who shyly glanced towards the ground. "I kinda like the stubble..."

I smiled for what must have been the thousandth time in the past day and exited the bathroom, leaving Ed to finish cleaning up. After finding myself an outfit for the day, I started digging through drawers, trying to find something for Ed to put on. No, no, no...wait was that a thong? Eh, must be Major Armstrong's. I kept searching. Goddamit, why don't I have any child sized clothes? Realizing in the end that I wasn't going to find anything that would fit Ed, I just grabbed a random

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