Once sundown had arrived, Edward was shown to the Tringham brothers' home which was on the outskirts of the town. He was amazed at the small pots filled with plants. Then again, he noticed the brothers loved plants.

Edward sat down at a small table and watched as Fletcher went to make some tea and Russel sat in the chair infront of him. "So how has your brother been?" asked Russel.

"He is doing good, we are both doing good," answered Edward.

"And the Philosopher's Stone? Is your hunt for it doing good as well?"

The question brought Edward's eyes to the table. He shook his head, "No, we have been unable to find any clues of it lately." Russel sent a sympathic glance to Full Metal, realizing how much Edward was sacrificing to find the stone so that he could return his and his brother's body back. He envied Edward for that, but also in a way, pitied him.

"I am sure you will find it someday and you do know that we could help you if you ever needed it," he said trying to reassure the other. Edward looked up at him, Russel noticing now how tired the other looked. "You look tired, are you okay, Ed?"

"Yea, I am fine," answered Edward, he now taking attention to Fletcher who came to the table with three cups of hot tea on a tray. He set a cup down for Russel and Edward, setting the last cup down for himself and sitting down. Edward watched Fletcher and smiled, "You have grown since I last saw you."

Fletcher looked at him after taking a sip of tea. He returned the smile, "Thank you." Russel chuckled at his younger brother before taking his attention to Edward. He could tell something was wrong with Full Metal, the way he moved, the way he looked, even the way he smiled. Fletcher took his attention to his brother, "Brother, is it alright if I go to my friend's house tonight and return in the morning?" When Russel looked at his brother he was confronted with huge, puppy eyes.

"Sure, but as long as you return first thing tommorow," said Russel, putting a smile on his face and watching as Fletcher thanked him and went to his room with his cup of tea. Edward watched as well before turning his eyes back to Russel.

"Is it hard, living out here like this?" he asked.

Russel looked at him and shook his head, "No, I find it peaceful. As long as Fletcher smiles, I am happy."

Edward returned the smile, "I am glad to hear that."

A couple of minutes later, Fletcher had come out of his room, a small pack in his hands. He went over to his brother and gave him a hug before walking over to Ed and giving him a hug as well. Edward ruffled his hair again, and then Fletcher said his goodnights before leaving.

Both were silent, finishing their tea and exchanging glances. Russel was finding it hard to look at Edward now, without having a blush on his face.

"I missed you ...and your brother," said Russel quietly, "You did alot for us and I really don't know how I should thank you." Edward looked and noticed Russel's cheeks were red. He blinked, tilting his head to the side.

"It really wasn't anything," he replied but Russel stood up and hugged Edward. Edward's eyes widened, frozen from the unexpected embrace. It felt weird, he hadn't been hugged like this in a while...the warmth that Russel's body gave off felt odd to Ed.

Russel suddenly let go and took a step back. He looked away from Ed, "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Edward looked up at him, noticing the other's looked sad. He stood and walked up to Russel, looking up at him.

"Is something wrong?" asked Edward, his eyes now showing concern.

Russel looked at him, stray tears falling down his face, "I love you, Edward."