There were some days when Ed wondered why he even bothered waking up in the morning.

Like days when it’s raining, so he has to be extra careful with Al’s seal. Or days when Hughes’s death is sitting heavily on his mind. There are the days when he closes his eyes and sees Nina – or what was left of Nina. And there is rarely a day when he isn’t fretting about the homunculi, or Scar, or if they’ll ever find that damned stone.

It’s days like those when Ed walks in, sulky and sometimes wet, looking as though there isn’t a trace of happiness to be found anywhere. It’s those days when Roy will give him the tiniest of smiles, as he greets him.

And then Ed suddenly realises that it’s not that bad after all.

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Thanks to Tamber (Tinted Amber) for the title. Cause I suck.