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Flinch

Edward Elric sat up against the headboard of the colonel’s bed, reveling in the blankness of his mind. That was perhaps the aftereffect of sex he enjoyed the most; a temporary reprieve from the worry, guilt, and endless theorizing that usually buzzed through his brain. They normally stayed silent afterward, to allow themselves to bask in that, but today Edward found a need to say something pressing at his chest, more a feeling than a thought.

“Colonel?”

“Hm?”

Edward hesitated a moment, looking down at his handsome face, half-buried in the pillow beside him.

“I love you.”

“…Hm,” he grunted, not moving from his place. Edward let out a snort.

“That’s it?”

Mustang rolled until he could see Ed’s face, and propped himself up on one elbow.

“I don’t feel that way about you, Edward,” he said evenly. A simple statement. Ed forced himself to keep his gaze. “Did you want me to lie?” he asked.

“…No, it’s alright.” Edward returned his gaze to the far wall, and he heard the rustle of sheets tell him that his partner was snuggling back into his own preferred position.