"Jesus, it's cold!" Al shivered. His brother remained oblivious. "What the hell's yer problem? Can't you be a little happy that I can feel?" He went to shove Ed.
Ed reached up and grabbed Al's arm. "If you do, I'll make you wish you couldn't feel!" His grip was painfully tight, his eyes full of rage. Al was actually afraid of his brother.
"Let go of me, dammit!" He yelled, frightened. Even tough he was 16, he was still coveting some childish habits. He roughly grabbed Ed's wrist, vaguely aware of the cold, sharp bite of the metal limb. Ed quickly let go, only to glare daggers before return to his silent state.
Al rubbed his bicep. "I'll bet it's red..." He thought. He remained behind Ed a few feet until they reached a small motel.
In the room, Al turned to his brother. "I bet I know why you're so bitchy. I'm sorry I couldn't get your arm and leg back. I used all my power to seal the phlosopher's stone! If we try again, with more skills, I'm sure-"
"Shut up. I'm tired..." Ed didn't even turn to face Al. He exited. Al stared at his retreating form.
"Yeah? Well, fuck you too."