Chapter Seven
Roy was true to his word. He made it to Ed's house in record time. Now, it was pretty late at night, but neither of the two could sleep. They were in the living room again, Ed on the couch lying on his stomach watching TV and Roy sitting in a chair finishing up the last report of the night. It was completely silent between the two since Roy had gotten there. It was just kind of assumed that Roy was the protector and Ed was the protected.
"I appreciate you coming over here, Roy." Ed finally said.
"It wasn't a problem." Roy replied.
"Yes, it was. You haven't even finished your work yet."
"Your safety is more important to me that a pile of paperwork."
Ed frowned, rolling over so he was lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "This shouldn't have happened." He said.
"I know." Roy agreed, and then there was a knock at the door and both of them looked to each other. "Should we answer that?"
Another knock.
"Yeah." Ed replied, standing up and exiting the living room. Roy followed wordlessly, his right hand fingering the pistol he kept in his belt. Ed opened the door, only to find nobody there. He stood on the porch for a few seconds confused, wrapping his arms around himself. Roy stopped next to him and Ed looked up at the older alchemist. "What was that all about?" he asked.
"Nobody's here." Roy replied, "Go back inside, it's cold out here." Ed nodded in agreement and let the Colonel lead him inside, feeling one warm hand press against his lower back and shuddering in response.