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Roy and Ed lie naked on their bed, shoulder to shoulder; Roy props himself up on one elbow and looks into his lover's face.

"You're crying," Roy observes.

"Am not," comes a retort from Ed.

"Yes you are. I'm looking right at you. What's the matter? Did I hurt you? I hurt you, didn't I...I never meant to hurt you…" He was interrupted from this drabble.

"You didn't hurt me."

"Then why are you crying?" Roy is bothered. This is very uncharacteristic of his lover.

Ed softly replies, "I don't know."

Roy sighs. "If you're regretting what we did, you can tell me. I won't be mad."

"No. I love what we do together. I don't know why I'm crying!"

Ed is frustrated and rolls so his back is to Roy and lets out a sob.

"Edward. Edward, it's okay. It's not a big deal. You don't have to tell me." Roy reaches his arm out towards Ed's shoulder, pulling him so he's facing Roy and in an embrace.

Ed cries into Roy's chest for a bit. Then he pulls away. Roy looks at him, concerned. Ed wipes his eyes and looks at his sweetheart.

"You okay?" Roy inquires.

"Yeah. I…there's just too much feeling. I'm not used to it. I don't know what to do with it. I just don't want it to control me."

"You could try letting some of it out. Being loved doesn't have to ruin your day. Besides, bottling it up like you have been…"

"I know. Sorry I worried you."

Roy places a kiss on Ed's temple. Ed snuggles close to Roy.

"Let's get some sleep," Roy says as he strokes Ed's hair.

"Mmm." Ed closes his eyes and falls asleep in the arms of his lover.

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The End.

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