A/N: A little idea that struck while doing the washing up.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
The little things.
She would stand slightly straighter when she was nervous. It helped her to believe that she was facing her fears defiantly.
He would mumble incoherently when he was frustrated. It helped him to vent his anxieties and clear his thoughts
Her brow crinkled slightly when she was concentrating. It was most noticeable when she shot her gun.
He would narrow his eyes ever so slightly before he snapped his fingers. It was a combination of perfecting his aim and blocking out unpleasant memories.
She clenched her jaw when she was angry. It was the only way to tell that she was. That and how her eyes seemed to darken in colour.
He would flex his fingers when he was bored. A habit he had picked up as a child that he was no longer aware he even performed.
She would raise her eyebrows when amused. The expression changed her entire face and occasionally even tugged her lips into a rare smile.
His eyes would sparkle when an idea struck him. This could be either exhilarating or terrifying.
Her gaze would burn through him when he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. But he was almost certain that the same gaze could read his thoughts anyway.
His fists would clench every time she would stand in front of him. She was almost sure the action must hurt by now, but it would never stop her from protecting him.
It was the little things that they noticed about one another
But the little things said it all.
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