wow. the hohenheim and ed fluff bunnies are out-breeding the angst. what happened to my beloved angst! -fireun
It wasn't that he wanted to be near the old man. Not at all. It was just that he was more than a little homesick, a completely understandable emotion when one had been shunted off into an alien world where nothing worked quite right. Thus, it was perfectly natural to inch towards any sort of familiarity.
At least, that is how Ed justified scooting a bit closer to the reclining form of Hohenheim. There was only so much space on the couch, and initially Ed had wanted as much of it as possible between his father and himself. Eventually though, the warmth of the fireplace, combined with the occasional muttered arguments Hohenheim would have with the book he was reading managed to hit just the right buttons, to remind Ed of being very small, and, well, the idea of being closer to the other man just seemed more appealing.
Which prompted Ed to stretch, and somehow in the midst of that movement, end up just a tiniest bit closer to Hohenheim. Hohenheim, in turn, was very thankful he could retreat behind his book, effectively hiding his amusement from Ed. Eyes still on his book, ignoring the fact Ed was not only about half a cushion away, Hohenheim stretched out an arm along the back of the couch with a sigh, obviously trying to relax muscles that had been cramped from holding a book so long.
Obviously.
And Ed was just as obviously interested in the contents of chapter 4, page 63 of the book Hohenheim was so avidly studying. So interested in fact that he didn't deign to notice when Hohenheim's arm relaxed its way off of the back of the couch, coming to rest gently over Ed's shoulders.
Both of them ignored the fact they were touching. It really was an interesting book, regardless of the fact a page hadn't been turned in well over twenty minutes.