Okay, for those of you who read Sunkissed Flakes will know that the motivation for that final scene came from this drabble. I randomly picked numbers, and this just happened to be the one I picked. xD So, here you are.
Oh, and yes, I know... Roy seems OOC. If you've never met a veteran after a war, you've never seen what probably started Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I knew someone who would go into psychotic rages, thinking that the thunder was like bombs going off and that he was back on the battlefield, so trust me, this is actually mild.
He was unsure of what to do.
He seemed so scared, and all it was, was heavy thunder and bright flashes of lightning.
He shook violently, eyes wide, muttering apologies, whimpering, and downright scaring the hell out of Ed. Since when did Roy whimper?
"Roy…?"
"He said I had to!"
"What?"
"Make it stop!"
Ed dove into the closet, and pulled the frightened man to his chest, running his fingers through those silky locks. The closet closed, drowning out the sound as Ed did what he could by singing a lullaby to distract.
Holding him was all he could do…