ok blindcolonel (no this isnt them what r u talking about tina)
"Mustang?"
Where should he start?
"He still makes fun of my height, and I hate him so much for that. He may be blind and everything, but he still somehow manage to sneak milk into the soup I eat without me noticing."
"Really, we treat each other the same as always. I annoy him, he annoys me. We drive each other insane. I try to not help him out like some other people does. I don't pick things up for him when he drops them and I don't go out looking for him if he gets lost on the street. He always find his way back somehow anyways. Besides, if I act all coddling, it would only make him feel shittier about this whole thing."
Only once or twice, when his days were really bad, Mustang would stare out the window with that expression he would only wear when he was thinking about the things he would give up to have his eyes back. And sometimes, when that happens, Ed would lean against the wall in silence, thinking about what he wouldn't give to give Mustang his eyes back.
Such thoughts were beyond dangerous.
