This one is a tad dark, mainly because I was listening to Linkin Park while writing this. I'd been thinking about the whole crying cliché for a while, and since Roy and Ed are so stubborn, this is the result.
Rating: G
Genre: A mix of fluff and angst.
-------- Refuse --------
"Why do you have to cry, Winry?"
"You brothers won't ever cry… so I'm crying in your place…"
Ed still remembered her words clearly. They made his guilt weigh him down just a little bit more to know that a cherished friend was crying in his place. There were too many times that he wished he could just shed his own tears for once, and each time brought upon that guilt again. But despite it all, Ed still refused to cry.
It was the same with Roy. Ed had never seen his lover cry over anything, not even the things he did during the Ishbal war. But he knew that the Colonel felt unbearably guilty by that dark and far-off look in his charcoal eyes when the topic was brought up. Crying was an easy alternative, but it was one that Roy also did not take.
Ed would crawl into Roy's lap and rest his head against the elder man's chest, neither one looking at each other. They remained silent for the most part, the only sounds being the ticking of the clock and the occasional soft mumble between them.
It never really mattered who it was that wanted to cry each time they did that; their ritual always remained the same.
It was because both men refused to cry.