Dear Roy,
Listen, I'm glad and all to be leaving for home with Al in tow, but it high key fucking sucked to say goodbye to you.
You were…don't judge me, alright, but you were kinda cute. Sitting there in your hospital garb. For once you seemed gentler, less full of bluster than usual. It was nice.
I was sad, though, the way your eyes couldn't quite meet mine as we talked. They were always looking blankly just a little to my left. It's strange to think you'll never see what I look like with two real arms.
You sounded pretty upbeat, though, for which I'm glad. Leave it to you to not let a little thing like lack of sight hinder you. I'm glad to hear the military's going to let you be in charge of rebuilding Ishval; I can't think of a better man for the job.
I will miss you something terrible, though. Before, I knew leaving you would suck, but I didn't anticipate the very real ache I got in my chest when we finally said goodbye. You shook my hand, but I wanted to hug you.
Don't get me wrong. I'm…beyond thrilled to be able to have a normal life, to have Al back. I just wish you could be a part of that, too. I don't know what I mean by that, but…I mean it.
It's a little scary to think, with all the time I'm going to have on my hands, I might be able to work out why I feel so tingly around and about you. What if I don't like the answer?
I sure as hell won't be sending you all the letters I wrote like this—they're just too weird. But maybe I'll write you a normal letter, once we make it back home. It would be nice to keep in touch; I just hope you feel the same.
Don't you go and forget me.
-Ed