Glimmer
Ed slowly woke, smiling, lazy from sleep and pleasure. He curled closer to the furnace heat of Roy's body, mumbling something incoherent.
The older man shifted to accommodate his body, murmuring something that sounded heartbreakingly like 'Jean'.
Dark amber softened. The breakup had been difficult, he knew. Six months had passed, and still Roy sometimes called out for the taller blonde.
Ed sat up, running his human hand over the side of Roy's face and neck, soothing away sleep-terror. Wrinkles around Roy's tightly shut eyes smoothed out and his entire body relaxed.
Ed felt vaguely sick. Rationally, he knew that it was always hard to be a second lover, especially when the first one had lasted for a decade. But still, he hated Havoc for keeping the majority of Roy's attention. He hated the man for requesting a transfer and keeping Roy so distracted that he couldn't think.
His metal hand clenched. He may have hated the man, but he could see why he had done it. Roy had no capacity for grief, no time to mourn for what could have been. Roy just didn't care like Havoc did.
Ed wasn't entirely sure that Roy could even truly love someone.
The world glimmered like he was underwater. He put his head down on drawn-up knees and let the sadness overwhelm him.
