Disclaimer - still don't own Full Metal Alchemist....
"Hey, it's alright." Strong arms folded around him, pulling him against a broad chest, a hint of cologne ticking at a nose thick with suppressed sobbing. "It's ok. I don't mind." Those words, that voice, contained no rebuke or derision, didn't judge. So he took what they offered, a quiet comfort, and muffled his sobs into a scratchy sweater.
And still that voice spoke to him, reassuring. "We'll get through this. We always do."
We.
That simple word. More than anything else, that eased the tightness in his chest, the weight of constant posturing and acting. We. He wasn't alone.