Chapter 11: The Waiting Game

Ed's breath was ragged as he darted through the streets of Central, brushing past other civilians and getting a few irritated glances. However, he didn't notice their gazes, his brain muddled with panic and desperation to get out.

He had to get away, he was going to get hurt, he had to get out.

His legs burned, his chest burned, his lungs burned, but he continued running to wherever his body was taking him. He barely registered anything other than a few familiar streets, and the occasional passerby he had to dash around.

When he finally calmed down enough to cease his mad dashing and attempt to breathe at a more manageable pace, the first thing he noticed was that he was nowhere near Hohenheim's house.

Though, he wasn't anywhere near Headquarters either.

Scrounging around, Ed eventually located a bench where he unceremoniously let himself melt into the wooden seat. His back screamed at the pressure as Ed sat against the wood, but he grit his teeth and rode out the sensitivity.

His chest burned from his earlier panicked breathing, and his throat was dry and sore. Light tremors made their way through his body as Ed struggled to regain any sense of composure.

He was exhausted. His brain felt like it was moving three steps slower than usual, and he could feel his eyes wanting to droop closed. His automail was also killing him, reminding him that he'd intended to eat after meeting with Mustang.

Hopefully he'd be able to get something tonight, though he wasn't planning on it. Ed patted his pockets a couple of times, relieved to find that he still had a little bit of spare change in his jacket.

He knew Hohenheim would probably be furious if he found out that Ed had spent money on food, but Ed decided he'd rather take the physical altercations over the gnawing desperation his automail seemed to radiate.

Placing a gentle hand on his thigh, Ed slowly massaged the muscles around his automail. It was beyond furious with him due to his inconsistent eating schedule, but Ed hoped it could at the least get him somewhere, especially since he wasn't keen on passing out in public anytime soon.

Not when people would call a hospital and get him sent in, where everything he'd worked so hard to hide would be exposed. That is, if Mustang and Hawkeye didn't expose it first.

Ed felt his stomach constrict at the thought.

Logically Ed knew that if him passing out would lead to him being hospitalized he should probably be seeing a doctor of some sorts to help him get things figured out. Be it for everything going on with Hohenheim, or for the stress his body was under, or for his slowly growing dislike and distrust of food.

That last one he was quick to shrug off, not wanting to make it out to be anything other than him being paranoid. After all, he still ate food. It's not as if he was intentionally skipping meals; he was just trying to play it safe by avoiding anything made in the same house as Hohenheim.

That's all.

It was pretty logical to him.

With a deep sigh, Ed glanced around the area, attempting to locate anything familiar that would clue him in to where he was at.

There was a bright phone booth across the road, and Ed eyed it with hesitation. He knew he could always just call Mustang and have a military car pick him up, either to bring him back to the office or back to Hohenheim's house.

But he was scared, hesitant.

Mustang likely knew, him and Hawkeye would have to be complete fools to not have some suspicion over what had just happened. He wasn't keen on going back and facing them again, being interrogated, or having everything he'd worked so hard to shove under the rug ripped out from under him and exposed.

A small part of him wanted that, wanted someone to finally know what was happening and to finally be able to help. But a larger part was terrified, terrified of the unknown change and what would happen if Hohenheim was approached.

What would happen to Al?

Ed shook away the thought before he could ruminate on it further.

If anything, Ed also didn't want to continue to bother Mustang with his problems, especially considering he was the one that ran out during their meeting. Mustang was probably furious with him for having left like that.

Ed still didn't entirely understand why he'd run out as he had; there had just been some part of him that was desperate to get away from something. Though, Ed supposed that Mustang asking a bunch of questions about his home life after finding the bruise on his arm probably didn't help.

No, Ed knew that he was the one that had gotten himself into this mess, and it was up to him to get himself out of it. After all, Hohenheim always chastised him for being worthless without other people's help. He might as well attempt to rectify that, even if Hohenheim wasn't around to see it.

With a heavy sigh, Ed placed his hands on his knees and hoisted himself up shakily. For a moment he had to grip the back of the bench to steady himself, his leg not wanting to cooperate with him much.

A woman walking across the street seemed to pause as he got to his feet, looking at him with vague concern. Ed merely tossed her a small wave, before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking in the opposite direction.

There was a chance she knew who he was, him being the "People's Alchemist" and all. But then again, maybe she just saw him as another pathetic and helpless kid.

He still wasn't 100% sure as to where in Central he was, but he could see Central Command's looming building, and figured that as long as he headed in that general direction, he'd be able to sort himself out.

On the way, Ed found a small café that served some sort of lunch. With a short glance at his pocket watch, Ed realized that he'd spent much more time sitting and stewing on that bench than he'd realized. It was already nearing noon, despite him having been at the office earlier than usual and having left…a little abruptly.

Tossing the metal piece back in his pocket, Ed approached the counter and scanned through the paper menu that was available. It was a simple café, with small, well-loved wooden tables, and picture frames that housed family pictures and photos of regular guests. Various small plants claimed the shelves, and a large black cat lazily sprawled across the windowsill, claiming that patch of sunlight.

Ed raised a cautious hand to stroke the cat's fur, and the bright green eyes happily peered up at him as the cat chirped its thanks.

Ed smiled at the sight, wishing Al were there to see the cat with him. The small thought brought a frown upon his face, however, as he remembered that his relationship with Al had been suffering. Al was still likely mad with him, and Ed knew there were still so many things he couldn't tell him. Thinking back on what their relationship used to be, even just a week ago, it was jarring for Ed to realize how quickly things had changed.

He missed Al, missed how things used to be.

Even with Hohenheim, where things seemed to change every day, Ed found that so much had happened in such a short period of time, and it made him nervous for what the future could possibly hold.

"Are you wanting to order anything?"

The lady at the counter asked softly, trying to appear welcoming and polite. Her black, coiled hair was neatly braided into a frizzy ponytail that framed her face well. Her nails, which drummed against the counter, were painted a light blue that accented her amber eyes.

"Oh, yes sorry… I was just looking through the options…" Ed trailed off. He'd probably been staring at the menu for a good bit there but had been so lost in thought that he hadn't actually read any of it.

More and more he found his mind wandering when it wasn't supposed to, leaving him feeling disconnected from reality. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed.

"There's no rush! If you have any questions, that's what I'm here for," the woman said with a smile. Ed nodded to her and combed through the options.

At first, he wanted something that would sate him for the day, so he wouldn't have to worry about dinner and the likelihood that he'd be missing it. However, the longer he looked over the sheet, the more his stomach turned at the prices next to the items.

He wasn't supposed to be spending excess money.

He needed to save for rent.

He wasn't supposed to make any frivolous purchases.

Shaking his head, Ed moved to hand the paper back to the woman, but his automail leg was slow to move, and he almost tripped over his own feet.

Before the woman could say anything, Ed slapped the paper down in front of her, and pointed to the cheapest option on the sheet.

"I'll take this one, please," He muttered sheepishly. She merely nodded and shouted back to another employee who was working the kitchen. Ed paid for the meal and managed to move his body over to one of the tables and take a seat.

He wasn't even entirely certain what he'd ordered, but at least he could rest somewhat easier knowing it hadn't been terribly expensive. Besides, his body had made it very clear that despite his desperation to avoid the meal altogether, that simply wouldn't do.

After a few minutes, the kind woman brought out his food and left him to eat in peace. It was a small sandwich, nothing incredibly fancy, but still made with that homecooked love Ed had never really gotten to experience. Al cooked sometimes, but with him not being able to taste it himself it sometimes was a little too strong, or too bland.

Sure, his mom used to cook delicious meals for them, but Ed barely remembered what they tasted like.

With a soft smile at the fond memory of his mother's cooking, Ed took a small bite out of the dish. Almost immediately his body tensed up, and he froze for a moment.

What if the food was poisoned?

What if Hohenheim had somehow gotten involved?

What if this isn't safe to eat?

Ed's face blanched at the possibilities that streamed through his head, food turning to ash inside his mouth. He closed his eyes and forced himself to swallow it, not wanting to appear rude to the people here. After all, it was probably a damned good sandwich, regardless of how Ed's body seemed to react to it.

With a lot of effort, Ed managed to get down a little over half the sandwich. At first, he intended to throw the rest of it away, so that Hohenheim couldn't find it or any evidence of the purchase.

However, Ed figured he probably needed to make his way back to Central at some point in the day to finish signing the paperwork and proceed with his next job. He might as well take the sandwich with him and finish it later before going back to Hohenheim's.

The dark-haired woman at the counter helped him wrap things up in a neat little sack to go, and with soft words of thanks Ed continued on his walk towards Headquarters.

Mustang drummed his fingers on the desk as he glanced at the clock for what had to be the hundredth time that hour. Ed still hadn't returned or called, and it had been a while.

Not that Mustang was expecting him to make his way back to the office, but a part of him hoped that Ed would waltz back through those doors and be willing to explain things.

A light chuckle left his lips at the foolish thought.

"Sir, you've barely gotten any work done," Hawkeye pointed out blatantly as she watched Roy chuckle to himself, the same document having sat in front of him for the last 15 minutes.

Roy sighed and ran a hand through his hair restlessly. "I know, I'm just worried about Fullmetal," he admitted.

Riza nodded softly; she too was worried about Ed.

"Why don't you take a break then? Get some fresh air and come back once you've settled down," Hawkeye suggested. There were a lot of hidden motifs in her words, and she hoped Roy would catch on.

After all, she couldn't just blatantly tell him to ditch his job and go look for a wandering child. However, she could sure as hell hint at it.

Roy smirked up at her, catching her eye from across the room.

"As if, you'd just point that rifle at me as soon as I took the bait and tried to get out of work," Roy chortled.

Riza rolled her eyes, knowing full well he was completely oblivious to everything she had tried to hint at with him. Though, there were a lot of hints she threw Roy's way that he never seemed to pick up on.

"Sir, if you aren't going to be able to get any work done anyway, there's no point in sitting here wasting time. A walk will at least clear your head and be somewhat productive. Besides, it's a nice day out. Maybe you'll run into some old friends that'll help ease your mind."

That finally caught Roy's attention, and he looked up at her one eyebrow raised. When Hawkeye nodded to him, Roy knew he was in the clear.

Slipping on his jacket and shoving his gloves in his pocket, Mustang nodded to Hawkeye on his way out of the office.

"Thank you," he muttered, opening the heavy wooden doors and slipping out the door quickly. He was eager to get out on the streets and hopefully be able to locate their missing blonde.

A few people called his name as he made his way down the steps, but he didn't bother to respond. Hopefully they'd see he was busy and know he had to be in the middle of something important.

Because damn if that stupid brat of a child hadn't become important to him over the last few years. Though, Mustang wasn't always quick to admit it, nor was Edward quick to believe it.

Squinting his eyes as he stepped out into the bright afternoon, Roy shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking, hoping his quick search would yield the desired results.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Ed had stumbled upon one of the many parks scattered across Central. Still hesitant to return to the office, Ed made his way towards the small pond that rested on one side of the flower-decked field.

Ed knelt down to run his hand through the water, watching the small waves as they rippled across the surface, enjoying the cool feeling on his fingers.

However, a quick glance at his poorly mirrored reflection in the water had him sitting down in the grass instead, not keen on seeing the bruise that covered his eye, or the bags underneath that had seemingly become permanent.

He was exhausted, and the longer he sat and realized how tired he was, the clearer it became that it wasn't just physical. The ache of exhaustion ran deep through his skin, and Ed wondered if it was something he'd ever be rid of.

It wasn't one he was unfamiliar with, being a State Alchemist and working for the military brought it's share of weariness. Going on missions, fighting for his life, spending hours researching with little to no success, it was all tiresome after a while. Those kinds of aches, however, were minor in comparison to the mental and emotional toil Ed had undergone in the last couple months.

It was wild to him to think that just a few weeks ago he'd been in Resembool, managing the pain and stress that brought with it. It felt like lifetimes ago, especially considering how bad everything was now.

Everything sure had gone to shit pretty quickly, Ed thought.

Meanwhile, Mustang was starting to lose patience the longer he strolled the streets of Central. The bright blonde hair and red jacket were nowhere to be found, and Mustang knew that he was running out of time before he'd need to be headed back to the office.

As gracious as Hawkeye had been, he knew he still had work to get done and couldn't spend all day looking for someone who might not want to be found.

Roy chuckled at the thought; he may be Colonel but he sure wasn't the one in charge of things at the office.

Glancing around, Roy took in his surroundings to get an idea of how long it would take him to get back. He'd only been walking for about 25 minutes and figured he could spare another 15 before he'd really be pushing his return time.

Walking along the street, the opening to the park caught his eye. He didn't take Edward to be a "park" kind of person, but if he wasn't going to find the kid he may as well enjoy a change of scenery. After all, this walk was also to help him clear his head.

Walking across the road, he made his way along the rocky path that winded through the green grass dotted with little white flowers. It was a beautiful change from the cobblestone streets of Central, and Roy wondered why he didn't spend more time in this section of town.

As he was walking along the path, a flash of red caught his eye. A smile graced Roy's face and he felt himself relax for the first time all day.

Sure enough, Fullmetal was in the park, sitting in the grass by a pond. The kid seemed to be lost in thought, and definitely didn't hear Roy walk up to him. Roy made sure to keep his distance, not wanting to spook the alchemist.

"This seat taken?"

A soft voice startled Ed out of his self-reflection and he turned his head to see who was trying to make conversation with him.

Mustang's dark eyes peered down at him, as his superior officer stood a few feet back, hands in his pockets. He seemed… unnaturally casual, Ed noted.

Tensing up, Ed shrugged his shoulders and turned to face the pond once more. He wasn't sure how Mustang had found him, and he wasn't ready for the barrage that was likely to come with the unwelcomed company.

Mustang took Ed's silence as a yes, and sat down next to the boy, folding his hands over his lap awkwardly. The two of them sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, neither sure of what to say first.

"Fullmetal," Mustang started, frowning sadly as Ed flinched at the sudden noise. "I…I wanted to apologize."

Golden eyes met his for the first time since he'd shown up, disbelief and wariness evident in their gaze.

"I shouldn't have pushed you as hard as I did back in the office, and I shouldn't have been so…angry," Mustang muttered through gritted teeth. The apology was a needed one, and it was genuine, but that didn't make it any easier to get out.

Ed opened his mouth to say something, but looked down instead, his fingers messing with the hem of his shirt.

"Thanks, I guess," he grumbled after a moment. Making a point to look anywhere but at Mustang, Ed gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry too…I shouldn't have run out like I did."

Roy's eyes widened for a moment at the genuine apology Ed offered him. It was unlike him, but then again, everything he was doing lately was unlike him.

"I don't know, I don't think you did it intentionally," Mustang shrugged. "Panic can make people act instinctively."

"It wasn't panic," Ed snapped.

Roy scoffed, "Sure it wasn't. You know it's ok to acknowledge that something freaked you out, right?"

Ed rolled his eyes, though Mustang couldn't see it.

"Whatever," Ed grumbled. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Well, I actually was just taking a walk since Hawkeye so graciously let me, and somehow was able to spot you in the grass here, despite you being so puny," Roy smirked.

Ed huffed at the comment but didn't offer any retort in retaliation. It unsettled Roy, though he hadn't expected Ed to react to it anyway. Not with how things had been going.

"In all seriousness though, do you want to talk about what's going on?" Mustang offered. "And don't tell me there's nothing going on, because you and I both know that's bullshit."

Ed's eyes widened at the offer, and he was amazingly tempted to give in and pour out everything that he'd been holding in. However, he was also petrified with the idea that Mustang did know. No matter how much he'd suspected he did.

"I…it's not that there's nothing going on," Ed mumbled. "It's just not worth talking about."

"Are you sure? Because whatever it is that's bothering you seems to be really bothering you. I won't ask about your arm, or your face, because I know you and know you won't tell me. I'm just giving you the option," Mustang urged, trying to respect his subordinate's space while also being supportive and just a little pushy.

Ed's mouth felt chalky and dry, and no matter how much he tried to say anything he couldn't seem to get the words out. His throat was constricted with emotion; Mustang was being so kind and considerate and Ed knew he sure as hell didn't deserve any of it.

He didn't deserve anything.

"Thanks," Ed managed after a moment. He couldn't seem to manage anything else about the topic, but hoped that Mustang took the 'thanks' as both genuine and as 'I'm not talking about it right now'.

Thankfully, while Mustang may be oblivious to some of Hawkeye's signals, he was able to pick up on this one, and didn't push any further.

"When do you want me to start fixing the drains?" Ed asked eventually.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know I fucked up the one but when do you want me to go and fix it again, clean up what I messed up?"

Mustang paused for a moment, not sure how to say what he needed to without potentially offending or hurting Fullmetal.

"I didn't want you to have to worry about it or feel pressured into jumping back into things if you didn't feel great, so I have someone else taking care of it."

"Oh."

Roy stole a glance at the boy as Ed looked back at his hands that were still wrapped around the hem of his shirt. He seemed really beaten up, and not just physically.

"If you're wanting to get back into work, I do have a case I could use your skillset on," Mustang offered, hoping the boy would take the bait. In truth, Mustang did need another pair of eyes on the case to help him get to the bottom of things. It didn't necessarily have to be Fullmetal, but if it helped then it helped.

"Sure," Ed said softly, nodding to himself. It was a kind offer, and Ed knew Mustang was likely just trying to make him feel better, but it felt nice to be…wanted. Even if everything else screamed at him that he could never be wanted, the small notion was encouraging.

Ed knew he wasn't acting like himself, wasn't putting up the front he had been trying to preserve. He was just so damned tired, and didn't have it in him to act like he didn't care and didn't want to do what Mustang told him.

"Though, Hawkeye's grace might be running out here, so can I tell you about it on the way back to the office?" Roy suggested, hoping that Edward would take him up on the offer.

He'd been much more cooperative than Roy thought he'd be, despite still not wanting to divulge anything. That in itself only furthered Roy's worries and suspicions.

Ed merely nodded at him, too worn out to do much else. With a sigh, he turned to push himself to his feet, pointedly ignoring the outstretched hand that Roy was offering. That much he could at least still do, to feel somewhat like his old self.

By the time the two of them made it back to Central, Roy had been able to debrief Edward on what had been happening and what he needed help with. They wouldn't be able to see the site of the incident until the next morning, but at least Fullmetal had all the information prior.

"You know," Roy said with a glance at Fullmetal, who seemed to be utterly exhausted. "Since we were able to get things covered, if you want to take the rest of the day off and go home, you're welcome to."

Any sense of normalcy vanished at the stark reminder of "home" and Hohenheim, and Ed's face blanched at the idea. His stomach churned, as if just the concept of returning to that place made him nauseous. He hadn't been back since Hohenheim told him to leave, and he was terrified of breaching that space.

"You don't have to…" Roy trailed off, watching as the alchemist seemed to do a complete 180 in just a few moments. The kid looked minutes away from losing any lunch he might have had.

"I don't think anyone is using the library today, if you wanted to take some time to research. I know it's been a while and there may be some new leads that pop up," Roy offered when Fullmetal still hadn't responded, his eyes fixated on some imaginary point and his hands subconsciously wrapping themselves around his stomach.

Roy knew that if his hesitation and reaction to going home were this extreme, something seriously wrong had to be happening there. He desperately wished he could just waltz into that house and grab Hohenheim by the collar, demanding to know what was going on. Any hope he had that things weren't bad at home was quickly diminishing the longer he spent time with Fullmetal, and he was getting restless with sitting idly by.

Especially if this kid was suffering because of it.

"I'd like that," Ed managed after a while, his face slowly regaining some of its color. He would still have to return home eventually, but at least he could give himself some more time to prepare for it.

Mustang nodded and the two of them made their way into the building. They parted ways at the library, Mustang reminding Edward that he was just upstairs if the boy needed anything.

Before Ed headed into the library, he walked a hallway down to the phone lines and pulled out the slip of paper he'd left in his pocket like a lifeline.

It took a couple of rings to get a response, but eventually a soft voice on the other end of the receiver greeted him.

"Hello?"

"Hello…" Ed trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward about having called. "It's uh, it's Edward Elric."

"Edward!" Amelia's voice brightened as she realized who was on the other end. "We didn't hear you head out this morning, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah it's fine…" Ed bit his lip. "I just, wanted to call and apologize for leaving so abruptly this morning, and without a proper thank you. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you two letting me stay there, and I don't…I don't know how to repay you…"

"Oh honey don't worry about it, Roger and I figured you had some important alchemy work to get done. And don't you worry about repaying us, it's the least we could do. You are always welcome hon."

Ed could feel tears bristle at the corners of his eyes, and he hastily blinked them away. He was in the middle of headquarters for crying out loud! He needed to not be so emotional.

"Are-are you sure?"

"Crystal. You are always welcome, and we are happy to have you. No terms and conditions. Though, is there a number we could reach you at? I hope you know you have a place in Roger and I's hearts now, and we want to make sure you're ok," Amelia chattered.

Ed was shocked, to say the least. He hadn't expected them to be so forward with how they felt, and he certainly hadn't expected them to be so caring. Especially about him of all people.

If they knew who you really were, and the sins you've committed, they would hate you.

Ed nearly choked on the thought and tried desperately to keep it together long enough to at least give her an answer.

He couldn't give her the "home" phone, seeing as Ed was rarely permitted to pick it up anyway. He also knew that if they called and Hohenheim answered, he would be in for a hell of a time.

Edward eventually gave Amelia the number to the office phone, and told her to ask for him when they called. Hopefully Fuery or Breda would be the ones to pick it up, as they'd transfer the call to him without a second thought.

The call ended shortly after, leaving Ed to feel conflicted. On one hand he was amazingly grateful to them, but on the other hand it felt wrong that they cared so much about him. Especially considering the things he'd done.

Shaking his head and trying to clear his thoughts, Ed made his way into the library and flipped a lamp on at a desk towards the back. Gathering a few books that caught his interest, he sat down and began to sift through them.

"You were certainly gone a long time," Hawkeye noted without looking up from her desk as Mustang strolled into the office. "I hope you had a nice walk."

"You know, I really did," Mustang said with a cheeky smile. "Even ran into a familiar face and managed to have a somewhat decent conversation."

Hawkeye looked up at this, her eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

Roy merely nodded to her, "He's in the library downstairs."

Riza relaxed at that and nodded back to him. "I'm glad to hear it," returning to "her usual stoic self. "Hopefully now you can work without any further distractions."

Mustang cringed at the statement. "Yeah, yeah I will…" he said with a sigh as he made his way towards his office.

"Oh, and Lieutenant?" Roy added just before he let the door close, "I think our suspicions are correct."

The door shut shortly after the statement left his lips, and Riza froze. She'd had her suspicions, and she knew Roy held the same ones, hell they'd even talked about it.

However, the blatant assurance that it really seemed to be what they feared, it left a pit in her stomach and urged her to continue working even faster.

The reports she had scattered across the front of her desk were stamped with various years and dates, none of them seeming to have anything in common.

A closer look, however, would show that Hohenheim was mentioned in all of them. Riza hoped that somehow, she'd be able to find something that gave the military an excuse to talk to him, an excuse to visit and see how things really were.

After all, Riza was unfortunately familiar with abuse, and knew just how quickly things could escalate. How dangerous it could get for Edward.

That is, if it wasn't already dangerous. If the bruises he sported were any telling of how things really were, Riza would bet money that it was already more serious than they might have initially thought.

And Riza was never one to bet money on anything.

Roy sat back down at his desk, relieved that Edward was safe within the building just a floor away. He'd check in on him later, but for the time being he had work to get done.

He knew Hawkeye was likely hard at work, especially with what he'd just told her. Roy knew she had already started researching Hohenheim and trying to piece together anything that gave them an edge.

Until Edward told them anything, they had to do things by the book, as much as the both of them wanted to barge in there and have it over with. Besides, as much as he wanted to pull strings and get himself in that house to at least see what was going on, it wouldn't reflect well on the military.

He did still have his job to consider. After all, he wouldn't be of as much use to Edward if he lost the job that could potentially get Hohenheim to face some serious justice.

Leaning on his desk, Roy fingered through the various documents he had to sign. It felt wrong to work on such pointless stuff when there were much more pressing issues at hand, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything.

He just hoped that when that time came, they wouldn't be too late.

A/N: Wow it's been a long time. I don't really have any excuses other than life getting in the way. I do still plan to finish this, as it's still very dear to my heart. I don't have a set update schedule and I don't know when I'll be able to get the next chapter out there, but I appreciate all of your support and patience dearly. I still read through all the comments, and am still so so grateful to you all. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter, even if it's a little slow, and I hope to get the next one out fairly soon. Though I won't bank on that just yet haha.