Ed stared blankly out the window in to the distance, slouching in his cushioned chair with his right leg propped up on a little stall. In this position his arse was really starting to kill him, he didn't need the doctors or Mustang to tell him how the pain was caused because he had to relive it every time he closed his eyes with him leering at him with his broken teeth and rotten breath, touching him in places only a few people had ever touched him.
Just the thought made Ed shudder and break out n a cold sweat, So he turned his attention back out the window, staring at the yellow, amber and brown colours of mid Autumn swirling around in the wind as rain gently patted on the window.
His hospital door opened and closed quietly and mustang sat down on the chair across from Edward, and also looked out the window.
The younger of the two took a side ways glance at Mustang taking in how tired he looked, still in his jeans and blue button down shirt from Ed had woken up a little over a week ago. At least he had taken the time to shave, though there were some small cuts on his chin.
They sat like that for at least half an hour both glazing out the window in a comfortable silence until Mustang spoke, clearing his throat first.
"How are you feeling today?" As soon as he had said it he knew it was a stupid question and his cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment.
Edward moved his empty gaze to focus on Mustang, noticing his lightly flushed cheeks. Along time ago he would have made a comment, but know he just didn't see the point and with a softy spoken, "okay" and a small forced smile and turned to gaze out the window again. But he could still feel Mustang's eye's boaring in to his head and turned back to look at him.
Ed looked down at the floor unable to keep his eye. Maybe he should have told him the truth and said he felt dirty and unworthy and that he wanted to cry and sob into his chest but couldn't stand to be touched by anyone.
The awkward silence that followed was, well, awkward. Mustang opened and closed his mouth several times then stopped and looked out the window again.
Ed felt he should say more, but didn't know what to say so started playing with a lose thread off his jean pocket, then he remember who had given him the jeans and shirt he was wearing in stead of the itchy hospital gown.
"Thank you, Mustang." Ed said softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Mustang turned his attention back to Edward with a puzzled expression, "'Thank you', for what Edward?"
"Thank you for the clothes and… being here." As he said the last bit he looked up from the floor and into Mustangs dark eyes.
Mustang smiled slightly and replied; " Its okay Edward, and I think were past the point were you still call me 'Mustang', you called me Roy in the field."
Ed's emotionless eyes darkened a bit and his brow furrowed, as he thought back to the trenches, were he had, in fact called Mustang 'Roy'.
"Yea…" Ed said softy "Yea I did" his brow relaxing again.
Roy smiled slightly hoping Ed didn't remember that last thing they had said to each other before all this happened.
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