Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, including the characters within this story, nor do I own any of the songs off of which these drabbles are inspired.
A/N: My iPod likes Rilo Kiley. "Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You."
"Pretend all the good things are for you
Pretend all the good things are for me, too"
Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You
He could delude himself into thinking that proof of God was present in all things, like the trees and the burning sunlight, but he would not. There was nothing so amazing in this world that God himself must have bestowed it upon them, and those that thought so were only chasing the comfort that faith brought.
And yet, as he looked at Hawkeye, once again staying late to help him complete his astronomical amount of paperwork (that he had been ignoring all day), he had half a mind to pretend that the good things in life were from God to him after all.