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A Place to Lean
The first time Edward Elric noticed it, he blamed it on exhaustion.
After all, rebuilding bridges between nations, helping restore damaged towns, and traveling across Amestris wasn’t exactly a relaxing lifestyle. Fatigue explained a lot of things.
It explained why his pulse skipped whenever Colonel Roy Mustang entered a room.
Or at least, that was what Edward kept telling himself.
Years had passed since the Promised Day. They were both adults now, no longer trapped in the roles of reckless prodigy and ambitious officer. The sharp edges between them had softened, though neither of them would ever admit it aloud.
Edward still argued with Roy.
Roy still smirked every time Edward lost his temper.
Some things never changed.
Yet something else had.
Edward noticed it during meetings. During train rides. During quiet evenings when work kept them in the same headquarters building long after sunset.
Whenever Roy was nearby, Edward felt strangely… settled.
It irritated him.
He had spent his entire life fighting to stand on his own. Fighting for his brother. Fighting against fate. Fighting against anyone who tried to control him.
Strength had become part of his identity.
So why did he find himself relaxing whenever Roy took charge?
“You’re staring.”
Edward blinked.
Roy sat behind his desk, signing paperwork.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s usually more dangerous.”
Edward rolled his eyes.
Roy chuckled softly.
The sound shouldn’t have affected him.
But somehow it did.
The office suddenly felt smaller.
Warmer.
More personal.
Edward looked away first.
That alone was alarming.
⸻
The realization came several weeks later.
They were traveling together on official business when a violent storm forced them to stop at a small inn.
The owner only had one room available.
Naturally.
Edward spent ten minutes complaining about it.
Roy listened patiently.
Then he booked the room anyway.
Now they sat together near a crackling fireplace while rain hammered against the windows.
The atmosphere felt oddly peaceful.
Roy had removed his uniform jacket and loosened his collar.
For once, he didn’t look like the future Führer everyone expected him to become.
He just looked like Roy.
Tired.
Human.
Comfortable.
Edward watched him from across the room.
Roy glanced up.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re doing it again.”
Edward groaned.
Roy smiled.
And somehow that smile carried none of its usual arrogance.
Instead, it felt reassuring.
Steady.
Reliable.
Like a hand offered without pressure.
Edward frowned.
The realization hit him so suddenly that he nearly dropped his cup.
It wasn’t admiration.
It wasn’t hero worship.
And it definitely wasn’t simple friendship.
He trusted Roy.
Completely.
More than almost anyone else.
Not because Roy demanded it.
Because Roy earned it.
For years, Edward had carried every burden himself.
Every responsibility.
Every fear.
Every impossible choice.
But around Roy, he didn’t feel like he had to.
For once, someone else was willing to carry the weight.
And for the first time in his life, Edward wanted to let them.
The thought terrified him.
⸻
Several days later, Roy found him standing alone on a balcony overlooking Central.
The city lights glowed beneath the evening sky.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Edward sighed.
Of course Roy noticed.
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
Edward didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth sounded ridiculous.
Roy waited.
Patient as always.
Finally Edward spoke.
“Do you ever get tired?”
Roy looked surprised.
“Constantly.”
“No. I mean…” Edward searched for the words. “Tired of being responsible.”
A quiet understanding appeared in Roy’s eyes.
“Every day.”
Edward laughed bitterly.
“Great.”
“But responsibility isn’t the same thing as carrying everything alone.”
Edward looked away.
Roy stepped closer.
Not enough to crowd him.
Just enough to be present.
“I learned that the hard way.”
The city wind tugged gently at their coats.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Then Roy continued.
“You’ve always believed strength means standing by yourself.”
Edward hated how accurate that was.
“And it doesn’t?”
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
Without hesitation.
Roy’s voice was calm.
Certain.
“Real strength is knowing when to trust someone else.”
Edward swallowed.
His chest felt tight.
“That’s easy for you to say.”
Roy smiled faintly.
“Not really.”
For a moment, the confident officer disappeared.
Edward caught a glimpse of the man beneath.
The man who carried his own scars.
His own fears.
His own doubts.
Yet somehow continued moving forward.
Not because he had to.
Because others relied on him.
The realization settled quietly inside Edward.
Roy wasn’t strong because he dominated every situation.
He was strong because people felt safe around him.
Safe enough to lower their guard.
Safe enough to rest.
Safe enough to trust.
Including Edward.
Especially Edward.
And maybe that was why the feelings had grown.
Not from excitement.
Not from admiration.
But from security.
For the first time in his life, Edward had found someone whose presence allowed him to stop fighting.
Someone who could take control when necessary without making him feel smaller.
Someone whose confidence didn’t overshadow him.
It sheltered him.
The understanding left him breathless.
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“Roy.”
The name slipped out before he could stop it.
No rank.
No title.
Just Roy.
Mustang’s eyes widened slightly.
Edward almost laughed.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one affected.
“I think…” Edward paused.
Then started over.
“I’m tired.”
Roy’s expression softened.
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I probably do.”
Edward shook his head.
Frustrated.
Embarrassed.
Vulnerable.
All emotions he hated.
Yet somehow Roy remained perfectly calm.
Waiting.
Listening.
Giving him space.
And that was the final push.
Edward stepped forward.
Roy didn’t move.
Didn’t pressure him.
Didn’t make the choice for him.
Edward made it himself.
He reached for Roy’s hand.
The contact felt surprisingly natural.
Like something that should have happened a long time ago.
Roy glanced down at their joined hands.
Then back up.
A quiet warmth filled his eyes.
“Edward.”
The way he said his name made Edward’s heart stumble.
Not teasing.
Not mocking.
Just sincere.
“I think,” Edward said carefully, “that I like having someone I can rely on.”
Roy’s smile returned.
Gentle this time.
Almost affectionate.
“You always could.”
Edward laughed softly.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
The rain had finally stopped.
The city stretched endlessly beneath them.
For once, Edward didn’t feel the need to carry its weight.
Roy stood beside him.
Steady as ever.
Strong enough for both of them when necessary.
And Edward discovered that there was nothing humiliating about that.
Nothing weak.
Sometimes trust wasn’t surrender.
Sometimes it was a choice.
A gift.
A partnership.
Roy squeezed his hand.
Edward squeezed back.
No grand confession was needed.
No dramatic declaration.
Just understanding.
Just trust.
Just the quiet certainty that neither of them had to stand alone anymore.
And for Edward Elric, that felt a lot like love.