Roy exited the kitchen in a orderly manner, keeping his body tall, broad, and focused. Even though he could use a good week of of work to do nothing but sleep. Edward sat in the frozen living room. Staring blankly at the radio set on top of the coffee table. It was old and kind of dusty. Edward slowly grasped onto its sides and pulled it to his dry lips. He blew a strong, cool, force of air onto it, spreading dust into the space around it. The sunlight that seamed through the partially closed blinds allowed Roy to see the dust being blown out onto his pants as he walked by. He stopped to glance at Ed, who he noticed was wearing a olive colored blanket. It was very chilly. The heater had been broken for awhile but Roy hasn't been able to find anyone who can fix it. Roy went to nag at Edward for blowing the dust at him, he stopped when he shifted his eyes to his boyfriends legs. Which were shaking like hell. He stared for a few seconds. Then he motioned towards the couch and ploped down next to Edward.

"You alright there, Ed?" Roy finally managed to say.

"Just a little cold is all." Edward turned his head to greet Roys concerned eyes. The arms of the Colonel wrapped around Edwards upper torso. His body heat immediately warmed Ed.

"Better?" Roy said, smiling.

"Better." Ed smiled back.

Roy took a quick look at the radio that Ed was still holding.

"Whats up with the radio?" Roy had known he grabbed it to clean it, but he wanted to know if that was the only reason.

"It was dirty, and I blew it off." Roy's smiling turned to a slightly evil grin.

"Kind of like what you do to me when I'm feeling dirty." Roy laughed while Ed blushed, slipping himself out of Roy's reach.

"You bastard, why is everything you say have to relate to a sex joke?"

"Oh come on Ed, like you don't make jokes. Besides, I was only-"

"Yeah, whatever." Ed turned his head to look at the front door. The white paint was chipped around the door knob and top lock.

Roy smirked and watched the obviously boring door with him.