A/N: Whoo-hoo! My hands are all better! (Four doctor visits later.) Happy day. Sorry this fic went on such a long break, hopefully it won't happen again.
Chapter 66 – Glimpse Within
Bran's eyes bugged. Ed had spoken only to taunt, not meaning to stumble on truth. Watching him process, he realized he'd done just that.
The younger man worked through shock and anger, his scraper poised against wood.
A twinge of pity twisted the Elric's gut. He tried to resist, but gave up at the poorly-masked doubt before him.
I'm an ass.
"Look," he joined him, lifting his own tool. "I don't know—."
Bran's ground his teeth together. "Quiet," he growled, attacking the paint with renewed zeal. "I don't need you making me feel better."
"Me?" Ed started scraping. "Never."