@shattered-sacrifice || X
“You won’t get very far tryin’ ta leave through the window.”
Edward doesn’t say much more than that. He shifts his weight as he sighs, walking into the room, to place the tray in his hands down on the nightstand, before he walks across the room to scoop the child up from the ground and walk him back to bed. Edward drops him with an unceremonious thud before he works to pull the covers back over Rockbell Automail’s newest patient.
It’d been about a month since he’d been brought in and honestly after Alphonse’s retelling of what had occurred he wondered how the boy survived - but then again he was a homunculus so his survival wasn’t exactly far-fetched. There was another exasperated sigh as he pulled a chair over to the child’s bedside. Gold eyes watch him and Edward’s shoulders drop in a single fluid motion of defeat. With the way things were going, dealing with this boy was like working with a brick wall. The only one who seemed to make any kind of progress with him was Alphonse.
It left him to wonder what kind of relationship the two had while he was missing on the other side of the gate. He really could only guess that there was a severe lack of wanting to be here at play, but even if that was the case the other wasn’t going to get very far in the condition he was in. Once he was healthy? Who was Edward to stop him from leaving? He could do whatever he wanted after that; but until then the sin was in his care and even if just for Teacher’s sake - he would care for her child.
“You realize yer on the second floor, right?” He sounds in a very matter-of-fact sort of way. “You go out that window an’ you’ll just fall right ta the ground an’ in yer state you’ll probably break somethin’.” He’s turned around - moving all about as he speaks - coming back around to hold the bowl of soup he’s brought with him in one hand and a full spoon in the other.
“You wanna make my brother cry again? Come on now, eat. Yer never gunna get any better if you never finish a meal. This pickin’ an’ choosin’ bullshit you keep pullin’ isn’t gunna cut it. I promise it’s not poison. Al’s not home so yer stuck with me, Wrath an’ I promise if he comes home an’ I tell’im you have me shit, he’s gunna have a fit an’ neither one’a’us wants that. You’ve just gotta get over it, an’ trust me.”
