Good Morning
He wasn't sure when it started. Heck, he still wasn't sure who had started it, but he knew he enjoyed it more than anything. He didn't enjoy it for the passionate kisses they exchanged. He didn't enjoy it for the boy's touch, voice, or looks. He just enjoyed being around the boy. He was content watching the sleeping boy's chest rise and fall with his breathing. He reached out to play with loose strands of long blonde hair.
Eventually, he knew the blonde would stir and hive him a groggy "Ohayō, Taisa," but until then, Roy was content watching Edward sleep, as he always had been.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Author's Note: My original copies got out of order, causing me to mess up the order I uploded my flash fics. This was written before "Flame" and "That Day" but after "Debt" (other FMA fanfictions).