6. "Your hair is so long now, brother." Al ran his fingers through the length of Edward's golden ponytail before pulling it loose and dragging a brush through it.

"Yeah, I haven't bothered to get it cut in a while." Ed chuckled weakly and brushed the rest of his hair over his shoulder, "Damn inflation. Made even that too expensive."

"Mmm." Al replied as he usually did when Ed spoke of things he couldn't understand. "It's nearly as long as Winry's." he said instead, a sly giggle working it's way into his young voice.

Ed flinched, but didn't say anything about it. It shocked Al how little he cared- the Edward he remembered would never have stood for being compared to a girl. He sighed, a little confused, and began to gather his brother's hair back into a ponytail. Ed reached back to stop him.

"Wait, Al. You should braid it."

Al tipped his head quizzically in the corner of Ed's vision, "Why?"

Ed frowned and let his shoulders fall, "Just... do it, Al."