A/N: Go alter!Roy. The man rocks my socks.
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Same eyes, same hair, same mouth, same nose, same goddamn bastard smirk. He was identical in every way to the man Edward knew except one.
He loved Ed back.
The blonde remembered many a night in Amestris where he'd lie in bed, dreaming, wanting Roy Mustang with everything he had. No matter how hard he tried, he was never able to have Mustang. He'd remained elusive to the very end.
Then Ed found Roy Moretti, and he forgot about Mustang. He knew that Moretti was not Mustang; Edward wasn't substituting one for the other. He knew better than that.
Really.