They're Not You
Alphonse sat at the edge of his bed, reading a book when his brother stomped in, dripping wet. This was puzzling, since the open window said quite clearly it wasn't raining. Al settled for a confused look to prompt Edward into explaining his peculiar appearance. As he searched for a dry shirt and stripping off the wet one, he fumed, "Crazy woman! This lady at the diner asked me for a date and when I said no, she threw her drink at me! Can you believe it?" Alphonse sighed. Hadn't this happened repeatedly this month? "Well Brother, if you responded in the way I can imagine you did, then yes, I can believe it. Can't you ever simply say 'No thanks'?" His brother slowed his movements and flashed a sheepish grin. He shrugged and resumed to looking for a dry shirt. Alphonse threw one at him and it landed on his head. Edward slipped on the shirt and sat next to his brother, shaking his hair out of its customary plait. He knew Alphonse liked to run his fingers through it, and sure enough, Al's fingers were soon touching that soft gold. The slow motions relaxed Edward and soon he was leaning against his younger brother, his eyes drooping sleepily. Alphonse asked quietly, "Brother, why don't you go out on dates? You could have any girl in Central." Edward contemplated this silently and several moments went by before he answered. He raised his head to look at Alphonse and replied softly, "I'm not sure. None of them ever feel right. They…never mind. I'm gonna go get a shower." He started to rise, but his brother pulled him back down to the bed. "What were you going to say, Brother? They what?" A slight frown creased Edward's face at being caught, but he decided to simply say what he had meant to. He faced his brother and laid a quick kiss on Alphonse's lips. "I think that should be obvious, Al…They're not you."
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