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[saintedsinner]

Mom isn't going to carry a gun.








[[After this conversation]]

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[saintedsinner]

-=He doesn't move and just sits there. He doesn't know what else to do.=-

'S not your fault...

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[al_truism]

[Al waits a minute, then shifts from the covers to slide his hand into Ed's left one, leaning his chin on his shoulder, just to have that closeness to him.]

... this place is a hard place to be. ... it hurts you. It changes you. It makes you think about things, and do things, that you'd have never thought of or even considered before. You meet people and encounter ideas that'll completely change the way you look at the world.

It's hard. It always is. But that's the price for the chances we have. The price is always going to be there, but it's up to us to live.

... this place gave us Mom. It gave us this second chance to be a family again.

But we have to keep her safe, somehow.

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[saintedsinner]

-=He leans back, just a little bit.=-

I know. -=Al says the painful truth, and as much as Ed doesn't want to admit to it, he can't help but agree.=-

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[al_truism]

[Al ruffles his fingers through Ed's hair. His touch must still feel unfamiliar, but he's working to erase that. Ed needs to be hugged. Or so Al rationalizes to himself. He's got years to make up for it.]

... I promise, it gets easier.

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[saintedsinner]

Sure.

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[al_truism]

[Tiny handsqueeze.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=a tiny smile, and then he shifts his hand to take two of Al's fingers.=-

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[al_truism]

[Al's smile grows. Ed used to do that, since he couldn't fit his hand around the huge leather glove that was his hand, for so long... Al very gently curls his fingers around Ed's hand. He doesn't have to be so gentle now, but... memories.]