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Questions

"Brother?"

"Yeah, Al?" Ed looks up from the book he's reading. "What is it?"

"Do you think Winry's pretty?"

Ed freezes and keeps his eyes on the printed words in front of him. "Sure," he says. Does he sound nonchalant enough? "I guess so."

There's a pause, long enough to give Ed hope that Al's dropped it, before Al says, "I mean, do you . . . like her?"

"Of course not!" he snaps. The book goes flying out of his hands, and Ed welcomes the excuse to bend down and search for it, hiding the flush heating his cheeks.