Rays of morning sun streamed in from in-between dark curtains, casting pools of light across two masses huddled beneath a heavy comforter.
The larger of the two masses rolled over, scratching his head and glancing at the alarm clock. It was almost noon. Thank God he didn't ever go in on Sundays…
His attention was taken from his thoughts as the smaller mass beside him began to stir, making low moaning noises and stretching before letting out a sharp howl of pain.
"What did I do yesterday?" Ed said quietly, not wanting to look around him. This was definitely one of those moments that, up until that time, both Alfons and Al had managed to keep him out of. Ah well. His lucky streak couldn't hold out forever.
"I think…I know the answer to that question," Roy said slowly, reeling from the pounding in his own head. He'd hate to see what it would feel like when he tried to sit up. He glanced over at the blond, feeling a slight wave of warmth brush over him. He wasn't sure if it was the warmth from the sun or the fact that things were now different between him and the one he'd coveted for so long.
Sure, neither of them could remember a thing, but there was no mistaking it. Things had changed, hopefully for the better.
He ran his hand through his dark hair, wincing at the unusual sensitivity beneath his fingers. This was definitely a hangover he hadn't experienced before. As he looked back to the smaller male, he felt a pang of sympathy. Last he remembered, the elder Elric had been matching him drink for drink, and he'd been there for awhile before Roy had shown up. If he was feeling pained, there was no doubt in his mind that the blond was feeling it as well…perhaps worse.
Of course, he knew that Ed was no stranger to pain, but that didn't stop Roy from feeling bad for him.
"How are you feeling…Edward?" Roy said softly, trying out a less formal tone—one he was sure he could get used to, as it fell across his lips easily, leaving a fluttering feeling in its wake.
That feeling was quickly cut short by a sharp and pained response.
"What's it to you, bastard?" Edward hissed, reaching up to rub his aching skull.
Roy simply smirked. What could he really say? It didn't matter how things were going to progress between the two men as time went on…
Some things would never change.