37. Distance
"I'm fine," Roy grumbled as he washed and bandaged the wound. "What do you want?"
Ed scowled at the man he'd been genuinely concerned for over something as inane as a cut on his toe. "Don't worry," he spat, "I won't be long, I just want my mail."
Roy hid his wince as he cleaned off the knife and went to deposit it in the sink. When he came back, it was with a small bundle of envelopes addressed to the blonde. "Is that all?"
Ed looked like he wanted to say something else, almost like he wanted to, perhaps, apologize, but he just stuffed the letters in his pocket and turned towards the door. "Yeah, thanks."