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Roy's been extra sappy and romantic and sweet all day and Ed's kinda freaking out about it. He doesn't know what's going on. Ed's birthday was earlier in the month and Roy's isn't until July. It's not their anniversary, that'll be in September—as long as things keep going well. He really hopes things keep going well. He doesn't think it's any other kind of anniversary or an important date, but he can't be one hundred percent sure. And he can't just ask Roy something like that because then he'll feel like even more of an asshole boyfriend for not remembering something important. So Ed's just going to have to hope Roy will say something about it on his own. Somehow. Oh, let's face it—Ed's screwed. He just hopes Roy will be able to forgive him for his forgetfulness.
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It starts with breakfast in bed—fluffy heart-shaped pancakes with chocolate chips (heart-shaped! Ed didn't even know Roy could do that!), scrambled eggs, extra crispy bacon (just the way he and Roy both like it), little seasoned potato bites, and mimosas. Mimosas! At home! In bed! At nine in the morning on a random ass Wednesday in the middle of February. Roy loves mimosas—thinks they're all fancy and shit and loves to make Ed go with him to brunch so he can indulge himself in bottomless mimosas. Ed usually only has one so Roy can get as buzzed as he likes and Ed can drive Roy home after. They make Roy happy and Ed loves making Roy happy more than anything so he doesn't even mind when Roy starts getting a little too loud and way too inappropriate with his flirtations for a public eatery when he's had more than three of the things. Truth be told, Ed really enjoys the flirting and the compliments and the amused or scandalized looks they get from the other brunch enjoyers—don't tell Roy, though, or he'll turn it up to two hundred percent.
Anyway, Ed knows Roy loves being all sappy and romantic, so he figures this is just something he'd been wanting to do at some point and thinks nothing more of it. So they have breakfast in bed and speak in hushed tones and Ed even indulges Roy further by letting him feed Ed bites of bacon and potato with his fingers. And he only blushes a little when he returns the favor because he doesn't want Roy to think he can't be all cute and domestic, too! Even if it still embarrasses him a little and he's still trying to get used to this romantic relationship stuff. He's trying his best for Roy because that's what Roy deserves.
After breakfast, they take a shower together. Roy's extra thorough and gentle as he washes Ed's hair and massages his scalp—which isn't really that rare an occurence because Roy told Ed pretty early on that he loves Ed's hair and would love to wash it and brush it for him whenever Ed would let him. Roy gets a soft cloth all sudsy and runs it along Ed's skin, leaving light kisses on his shoulders and face along the way. Which is just—Ed just kind of wants to sigh all dreamily about it like one of the female leads in those romance films Al's obsessed with or something. Roy just makes him feels so—special, cared for, important, treasured… loved. Not that he's going to say that's what this is yet. It's only been five months since they turned their pretty fucking great friendship into what they are now. That's way too early, isn't it?
Ed in turn steals the cloth when Roy's done and mimics the same treatment with his lover, being careful to not scrub too hard like he does with himself. They don't really talk the entire time they're in the shower. Roy just smiles like he just can't help it and Ed knows he must have some sappy smile on his face, too. But that's okay. He feels safe to be this soft and open and vulnerable with Roy now. He has for a long while actually, if he's being totally honest with himself. He doesn't feel the need to hide behind ill-placed anger and the walls he'd built up for so long when they're together. Ed knows he can just be… Ed. It took him a while to fully accept it and believe in it and let Roy knock those walls down, but he knows now for certain that Roy wants him exactly as he is. It's equal parts amazing and scary to Ed—the level of absolute, complete trust they've developed over time.
Roy shuts the water off once they're all squeaky clean and grabs a fluffy towel and gently squeezes as much of the water from Ed's hair as possible before draping it around Ed's shoulders and getting another towel for himself. They pat themselves dry in silence and when done Roy grabs Ed's hairbrush and the little container with his hair ties and clips and such and Ed follows him back to the bedroom.
Ed keeps catching himself thinking of it as their bedroom as the nights he spends here are starting to outnumber the nights he spends at his and Al's apartment. Al keeps making little comments like how many cats he's going to get and how he wants to decorate the apartment when there's no one around to stop him and not even subtly hinting that Ed's going to end up moving in with Roy sooner rather than later. But again he reminds himself it's only been five months and he knows he's getting too far ahead of himself. And Al's definitely getting too far ahead of himself and he really hopes that Al doesn't say anything to Roy about it because Ed doesn't think he could handle the mortification of his baby brother basically pawning Ed off on Roy or something.
Roy sits down on the bed with his legs open for Ed to fit between. His heart's doing little flips of happiness as he sits cross-legged far enough forward so Roy can brush his hair comfortably.
"How would you like to wear your hair today, sweetheart?" Roy's careful to keep his voice soft like he's afraid he'll burst this warm, happy little bubble they've found themselves in this morning.
"Mm. Anything's fine. You can pick." Ed's eyes have already fallen shut as he revels in the repetitive motions of Roy brushing out the tangles from his damp hair.
"Really?" Unmasked excitement fills Roy's voice and Ed has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
Ed hums and rests a hand on Roy's leg, idly trailing his fingers along the soft skin. "Makes no difference to me. S'long as you're happy and like it."
Roy presses a kiss to the back of Ed's head and he thinks he can feel a grin. "You're wonderful."
It's so comforting and relaxing to have Roy take care of his hair that Ed nearly dozes off multiple times as Roy does who knows what. Ed can't tell from the movements, but he knows it's not just a simple braid or ponytail. He's unsure of how much time passes before Roy's nuzzling the back of his head a little.
"Thank you for indulging me. I hope it's okay. If it's not, I'm more than happy to do something else."
Ed turns his head so he can press a kiss to Roy's lips. "Told you as long as you like it, that's all that matters."
"If you're certain. Shall we get dressed for the day? It's nearly eleven and I've got a busy day planned out for us."
Ed hops up off the bed, looking back at Roy curiously. "Busy? What're we doin'? Do I need to, like, wear somethin' specific? 'Cause I didn't bring anything super fancy over."
Roy slides off the other side of the bed and opens the doors to his wardrobe, pulling out a plastic bag with some shop logo on it and then turning back with a grin on his face. Ed's eyes narrow as he crosses the room.
"What's that?" Tentatively, Ed reaches out to take the bag Roy's dangling in front of him now.
"You don't have to wear it, but I saw it when I was out shopping with Gracia last week and it made me think of you so I decided to take the chance and buy it. But I won't be upset if you don't like it, Gracia informed me they do take returns so it'll be no issue at all." Roy looks a little nervous now, his smile going all lopsided as he waits for Ed's reaction.
With a final glance between Roy and the bag, Ed reaches in and is met with something very soft. He pulls it out of the bag, letting the plastic fall to the floor and unfolds what turns out to be a sweater. It's a dark red color that kind of reminds Ed of red wine with a deep v-neckline and a big pale pink heart on the upper half of each sleeve and it's kind of oversized, which Ed really likes actually. It's definitely sappy and nauseatingly cutesy and not something he would ever buy himself, but the fact that Roy bought it because it made him think of Ed has his heart doing funny little somersaults. He should hate it. Why doesn't he hate it? What is Roy doing to him?
He immediately rips the little tag off and pulls it on over his head as quickly as he can while still being mindful that he doesn't mess up whatever Roy did to his hair. When it's fully on and none of his hair is trapped, Ed looks up at Roy knowing he's totally failing at his attempt at a scowl right now. "This is so disgusting, I want you to know that."
"Perhaps. But you look absolutely gorgeous, as expected." Roy's eyes are practically sparkling so Ed doesn't even mind that Al's going to make fun of him until the day he dies for willingly wearing it.
Ed leans up and forward to kiss Roy's cheek before turning away to his overnight bag so he can grab some underwear, socks, and a pair of black jeans. Once he's fully dressed, he turns back around to find Roy in simple black slacks and a sweater but with the color scheme of Ed's reversed so it's a pale pink color with red hearts on the sleeves.
Oh. Oh, no. Roy got them matching sweaters. Fuck. That's so—now this shit is astronomical levels of cutesy and sappy. And Ed doesn't even care because right now he feels like he's about to burst with happiness. Roy saw these and thought of Ed and thought that they could match and he wants to go out in public like this. With Ed. Like, on purpose. How the fuck did his life end up like this and how can he make sure this lasts forever?
Ed's eyes go wide and he huffs out a laugh. "You did not."
Roy's cheeky grin rivals the sun. "Oh, I did. I definitely did."
"Fuck. I should hate this. I should really hate this. This should make me wanna throw up. This is the kind of cutesy coupley crap that makes other people sick." Ed can't stop looking back and forth between their sweaters.
"And yet, you don't hate it, do you?" Damn this handsome fucking bastard and his sexy smug ass smirk.
Ed throws his hands up in the air dramatically, yet he can't keep himself from smiling. "Ugh. No. I don't. And Al's never gonna let me live this down if it gets back to him. Or anyone else we know, for that matter."
That just gets Roy laughing and scooping Ed up in a hug and Ed forgets to even pretend to be upset.
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The first thing on Roy's 'busy day' schedule turns out to be ice skating. Roy drives them down to a little rink they've set up in the park downtown. Ed stares at the booth where the skates are kept and then looks up at Roy.
"Uh, Roy. Automail leg, remember? Pretty sure I can't ice skate." Ed knocks on said automail leg for emphasis.
"Miss Rockbell ensured me it's plenty safe and the new leg is light enough that there should be no issues with the ice."
Ed's eyes widen and his jaw goes slack in surprise. "You… actually talked to Win about it?"
Roy nods. "Of course. I had to be sure that it would be safe for you."
Oh, great. So now Ed needs to fight back tears in public. What the fuck, Roy?
"That's—I can't believe you went to all that trouble just so we could go ice skating together."
"It was no trouble at all, darling. Shall we get some skates?" Roy's smiling down at him like he really believes it's no big deal that he called up Winry to specifically ask her if it would be safe and possible for Ed to ice skate.
Ed's afraid that if he opens his mouth to speak again he'll start blubbering or something, so he just smiles and lets Roy lead him by the hand to the stall to rent their skates.
"Hello! Oh!" The cheery girl manning the counter looks down to see their matching sweaters and Ed swears there are hearts in her eyes when she looks back up. "Let me just give you the Couple's Discount! Let me know your sizes and I'll grab your skates in just a moment."
"That would be wonderful, thank you." The joy is practically radiating off of Roy and Ed has to admit that it's probably the same for himself.
Roy lets the girl know their sizes and they're given some skates and told the basic rules of the rink as he pays. Ed takes hold of Roy's free hand once he's put his wallet away and leads them to an empty bench near one of the little entrance points of the rink. Roy seems so excited and he's put so much thought and planning into everything, but Ed still feels a bit nervous even if Winry said he'd be okay to do this on his leg. It being theoretically safe for him to skate and it being actually possible for Ed to slide around on some thin blades on a slippery sheet of ice were two entirely different concepts.
After tying his own skates, Roy bends down to make sure that Ed's are tight enough before carefully removing the blade guards for them both and then standing to offer his hands out for Ed.
As usual, Roy seems to know exactly what Ed's feeling. His anxiety must be written all over his face. Or Roy's just gotten that good at reading him. Probably both.
"We'll go slow and I won't let go of you for a single second, alright?"
Ed nods as Roy leads them to the spot where they can step out onto the ice. Roy goes on first and moves to the side so that he can make good on his promise of keeping one of Ed's gloved hands intertwined with his own. He lifts one foot to the ice and makes sure his weight is being distributed evenly enough before letting his automail join in on the fun.
Roy is patient and smiling as Ed clings to the side with his free hand and squeezes Roy's probably a bit too hard. "Getting on the ice initially is probably the hardest part, you're doing just fine. I'm going to start us moving forward very slowly, okay? Try to relax as much as you can and just follow my lead."
"Shoulda given me a head's up so I could get some lessons first. I mean, even those little kids over there make it look easy." Ed sighs and watches Roy's legs move and tries to slide his feet along in time with him.
Roy scoffs at the idea like it personally offended him. "Why would I want someone else to give you lessons when it's so much more fun and romantic to teach you myself?"
Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes as he tries to stand up a bit straighter and attempts to loosen his grip on Roy's hand at least. "Y'sure it's 'fun and romantic' and not just totally embarrassing to be seen with me clinging to you and this wall like a fuckin' baby?"
Roy laughs quietly and squeezes Ed's hand. "Getting to hold your hand and have you cling to me for safety is quite delightful, I assure you."
"Okay, Mr. Sappy Pants. But you're not allowed to blame me when your perfectly crafted public image ends up in the dumps because of me."
"If that were to become the case, then that's not the kind of public image I'd be interested in maintaining anyway."
That's something that's been circling around Ed's head since they started this whole thing. It's really important for Roy's goal—for his dream—that the people like him and support him. What if being with Ed ruins that? Ed's definitely not the kind of partner that would be expected or recommended of the leader of their country. He wouldn't know tact if it bit him in the ass and everyone knows he's incapable of keeping his damn mouth shut at the best of times. Ed doesn't want to be the reason Roy doesn't achieve everything he's been working towards since before they'd even met.
Even so—Ed doesn't want to let Roy go. He's not even sure if he'd be capable at this point. Losing Roy would feel like losing his limbs all over again. And shouldn't he be allowed to be selfish just this once? Surely the universe owes him a few fucking cosmic favors and it can just make sure that Ed doesn't fuck this up and doesn't ruin everything for Roy, right?
Ed tries to shake those thoughts out of his head as they make a full loop around the rink. He's feeling a bit more comfortable given that he hasn't fallen down and made a fool out of himself yet. Largely due to his clinging to Roy and the wall, but it still counts, he thinks. He slowly lets go of the wall and looks over to find Roy already watching him with a dopey smile on his face.
"What's that look for?"
Roy shakes his head and carefully slides in front of Ed to take his other hand so that he's skating backwards with both their hands intertwined. "I'm just enjoying myself. Are you?"
"Yeah, I guess it's pretty fun once you get over the fear of y'know falling and slicing somethin' open on one of these blades. Also, you're a showoff." Ed's pretty proud of himself for staying upright and not immediately flailing as they start moving a little faster now.
"Well, if I don't impress you every now and again, how ever would I expect you to not grow bored of me?"
Ed makes a big show of giving Roy a very over-exaggerated eyeroll. "Don't be a dumbass."
"Which kind of ass would you rather I be? A smartass? A badass?"
"Ugh, no. How's about you just stick to bein' my piece of ass?" Ed grins and waggles his eyebrows simply because he knows it'll make Roy laugh.
Roy splutters and then bursts into the kind of laughter Ed loves the most—real and unrestrained and just plain happy.
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After ice skating, Roy insists they warm up at a nearby cafe with warm drinks and fresh pastries. Both of which are utterly delicious and they were also giving out discounts for couples which was a weird coincidence, but Ed wasn't gonna complain about it. Not that Roy was letting him pay for anything anyway—the bastard. And sitting down with his feet flat to the ground feels beyond amazing after balancing on blades for an hour and a half. Once they're all nice and toasty again, it's back outside and Roy's leading Ed by their interlaced hands down the street to one of Ed's favorite bookstores. Let it be known that Roy Mustang's plans are always scarily well-planned.
"Very brave of you to bring me here." Ed's already practically vibrating with excitement as he breathes in the familiar smell of books.
Roy chuckles and brings Ed's hand up to place a soft kiss to the back. "Oh, I'm well aware. You're of course free to shop to your heart's content, but I did have an idea if you'd be open to it."
Ed's ears practically perk up. "What kinda idea?"
"Well, I thought it might be fun if we chose one book for each other and then perhaps chose one that we could read in tandem. If you'd be amenable."
Ed beams up at Roy, standing on his toes to press a quick chaste kiss to his lips. "I love it. Let's do it."
Roy looks downright giddy as Ed agrees and with a final squeeze of their hands, they set off to search for a book to surprise each other with. Ed honestly really loves doing all of these cutesy things with Roy. Especially because they make Roy so happy. He never thought he'd be this type of person in a relationship—never thought he'd allow himself to just… be with someone other than Al. Ed's so used to keeping his walls up and making sure his prickly bits are ready to go at a moment's notice so no one can get too close.
And y'know, Al's talked to him a lot about how Ed has such a warped view of love and relationships and he's got like, y'know… abandonment issues and trust issues and daddy issues and other trauma bullshit and just—shut up, he knows, okay? And then he went through all that therapy crap that Ed can admit actually helped or something. Whatever.
The point is that learning all of that about himself and learning how to deal with and work through some of the shit Ed had buried deep down and just not ever really dealt with—well, it's led him to this. To this point in his life where he is happily wearing a ridiculous (and wonderful) matching sweater with his ridiculous (and wonderful) boyfriend and doing ridiculous (and wonderful) couple-y things together.
Pre-Promised Day Edward would be laughing in Ed's face if he'd said this is what the future held. Post-Promised Day Ed is just so fucking beyond happy to have all those nightmares behind him and be able to actually enjoy the life they all fought so hard for. Now that Al is whole and good and happy and living his life, Ed finally feels ready to live for himself. And so what if Al had to pretty much beat it into his head for Ed to understand that he's allowed to be happy and do the things he wants and be who he wants to be. He got there in the end so that's all that matters.
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Which brings them to dinner where yet again they have been offered some sort of couple's discount or special or something, Ed hadn't paid too much attention to the exact wording. He's been too busy freaking out because he cannot for the life of him figure out why Roy is being especially sappy and romantic today. It has to be something special, right? Today has been a lot, even for Roy—and that's saying something because Roy does not skimp out on the romantic gestures and dates.
Their waiter has just finished bringing them the wine that Roy had picked out for them and once they've both taken their first sip together after a cheesy little clinking of their glasses, Ed can't let this go on any longer. It's better he get it out of the way and disappoint Roy now so that the good food can hopefully smooth things over.
"Okay, I've been tryin' so hard to figure it out and I'm really sorry if I've forgotten, but is today, like, an important date or somethin'? 'Cause I mean—you're always sweet and sappy and romantic and shit—but today has just been so much more than usual and I feel really awful that I may have forgotten a date and you're doin' all of this wonderful stuff and I'm just sittin' here being a thoughtless asshole in exchange." Ed blurts out, eyes staring into his glass of wine as his fingers toy with the stem nervously.
"Oh, Ed, no, you've no need to be sorry for anything. It's just Sweethearts Day, that's all."
Ed blinks in confusion. "Sweethearts Day? Is it like… a new holiday or somethin'?"
"Have you never heard of it before?" Roy seems genuinely surprised, like this is common knowledge or something. How out of the loop has Ed been all these years?
Ed blinks some more like it'll help him process this or something. "Um. No. Should I have?"
"It's been around for ages. You've really never known or celebrated it? Not even when you were a child?"
Ed shakes his head, cheeks heating in embarrassment. "I really didn't know. I guess maybe we didn't do anything for it out in Resembool when I was a kid or somethin'. Mom never did anything for it that I can remember, at least. And maybe I just didn't ever see anything about it 'cause I'd never really paid attention to relationships or love or any of that stuff. 'Til you, anyway."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard, truly. At the very least, it seems like the type of thing that Alphonse would be very interested in and I'd assumed he would have talked your ear off about it every year." Roy really does sound apologetic. As if it's his fault Ed never realized an entire holiday existed.
"Actually, yeah, this is the kinda thing he'd lose his mind over…" Ed tries his best to think of where he'd been on February 14th over the years—why he'd never noticed or why Al had never said anything. "I'll ask him about it. He probably thought it would be funny to keep me out of the loop so I made a fool of myself the first time I realized or somethin'. I assume I'd just been travelin' or so focused on everything goin' on pre-Promised Day and just never noticed, I guess. I'm sorry. I would have at least gotten you somethin' if I'd have known. I mean, you put in so much thought and time and effort into planning this whole day for us and I—"
Roy's arm reaches across their little candlelit two-person table to rest his hand over Ed's. "My sun, the only thing I wanted today was to spend it with you. I'll admit to enjoying pampering and spoiling you when you allow it, but genuinely we could have stayed home all day and that would have still been perfect. It's just that it's our first Sweethearts Day together—and I figured you'd never had a chance to celebrate it with a romantic partner before—so I wanted to make it really special for you, I suppose. That's really all. You've nothing to apologize or feel guilty over, I promise. I've already got everything I could ever want right here in front of me."
"Fuckin' sap." Ed squeezes Roy's hand and tries to will himself not to burst into tears at the rush of affection and adoration that fills his entire being for this man. "You do know I don't need anything extra, right? I just want you."
Roy's beaming now, and gods does the man have the most gorgeous smile he's ever seen. "Just because you don't need it doesn't mean you don't deserve it on occasion. I know you'd never let me go all out like this too often, but surely you won't mind it every once in a while?"
"I mean… yeah, I guess. Every once in a while, I can deal with. 'Specially 'cause I know it makes you happy to be all outrageously romantic and shit. And that's what's most important to me."
"And you call me a sap."
"Ugh. Shut up and drink your wine."
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Dinner is—of course—beyond delicious and they eat their fill, happily chatting away. Roy does not let Ed order dessert, insisting that he'd already picked up something for them that was waiting at home. As long as Ed gets dessert in some fashion, he's not about to complain. They get back to Roy's house just after sunset and Roy's hand on Ed's arm after he finishes toe-ing off his boots stops him from moving further into the house. Ed looks up, head tilted to the side in a silent question.
"Before we get comfortable, I did just have one more thing I wanted to give you today."
Ed pouts, crossing his arms in mock-petulance. "Roy, you've already done too much."
"Nonsense." Roy picks up a very small gift box that Ed hadn't noticed sitting in the little bowl Roy uses for his keys and stuff when he's home. He offers it up to Ed with a smile that seems just a touch too nervous and Ed's stomach is in knots over it.
With careful fingers, Ed goes to lift the top of the box, but stops to look Roy in the eyes again. "This isn't like… something really expensive, is it? 'Cause I've seen some of the jewelry Win's gotten in small boxes like this."
"I promise it didn't cost me a thing. It's something I'd already had." Roy looks so anxious for Ed to open the box and Ed doesn't want to make Roy wait any longer, but now he's all anxious about it, too.
He decides to just rip the bandage off and when he looks down into the box, he finds a key. Ed runs a finger along the cold metal and his heart is threatening to beat right on out of his chest. "It's… a key."
"To the house." Roy elaborates, confirming the first hopeful thought that had popped into Ed's head as to what this key was for. But he quickly starts to stammer and wave his hands around nervously. "B-Before you say anything, I don't want you to feel this is in any way me pressuring you into—moving in! I know it hasn't even been six months since transitioning our friendship into a romantic relationship as well. I simply want you to have a spare key so that you can let yourself in anytime you'd like. If I'm running late from work or you want access to my library at any hour or you need someplace quiet or just—for anything, really."
"Fuck. Did Al talk to you or something?"
Roy tilts his head, brow furrowed in confusion at this reaction. "Alphonse? I don't believe I've spoken with him since the last time I visited you at the apartment, why?"
"Ugh. Okay, so—it's just that—Al's been making very blatant comments for the last like three months—loudly and often—that I should just move in with you already." Ed feels his face growing extremely hot as he tries to get the words out. "Y'know since I'm over here all the time and spending the night a lot. He keeps talkin' about all the cats he's gonna get and how he's gonna decorate the apartment when it's just his. It's basically felt like he can't wait to pawn me off on you or somethin' and I just needed to make sure he didn't say anything to you to make you think you had to give me this."
Roy shakes his head immediately. "I promise he did not say anything to me. And I promise there are no strings or expectations attached."
"Well, I mean—what, um, what if…" Ed fiddles with the key, unsure if he should even ask what he wants to ask.
Roy must realize what Ed's trying to say because he's closing his fingers around the hand Ed's holding the key in and tilting his chin up so their eyes meet, Roy's voice barely louder than a whisper. "Do you want to move in with me?"
Ed's eyes widen. Sure, that's what he'd wanted to ask about, but for Roy to say it like that, just… "Would you… want that? I mean—I'm messy and you haven't really seen me when I'm having a really bad pain day or any of the other ugly stuff 'cause I'm always real careful to not bring any of that over here 'cause I don't want anything to ruin the time we spend together. And I mean, Al'd probably tell you all of the worst things about living with me if you asked him so you can be really sure that it's even something you'd want to put up with. 'Cause I mean—I just… I don't wanna ruin this. I don't wanna fuck it all up. I'm worried you'll realize it's a mistake a couple weeks in 'n then things'll be awkward 'n what if we never get over that 'n what if—"
"Ed, darling, breathe. How about we move to the couch and you answer my question before I say anything about your worries. Do you want to move in with me? I promise there is no pressure. There's no wrong answer." Ed allows Roy to pull him into the living room and onto the couch.
"I—Yeah. Yes. I would—really like that. But I know it's—" Roy places his finger gently on Ed's lips to get him to stop talking. Ed kinda hates that it works so well.
"I would also really like that. I don't need to speak to Alphonse first. I would enjoy learning what it's like to live with you on my own. I'm quite confident that you could in no way ruin this. I have my fair share of bad days, too, you know. I'm sure I have some habits that will irritate you. I'm not expecting things to be perfect all the time—I wouldn't want it to be because that wouldn't be us. I just… I want all of it, Ed. I want you—all the time, every day, as much as possible. So move in with me. It doesn't have to be all at once, but if it's truly what you want, too, then nothing would make me happier."
Ed knows he won't find anything, but he still searches Roy's eyes and expression for any hint of a lie. "Are you… I mean, are you really, really sure?"
"I'm really, really sure, my sun." Roy runs his fingers through Ed's hair and just keeps smiling like nothing could ever even go wrong or something and that's just—how is he so—ugh.
Ed nods, leaning forward to nudge his nose against Roy's before pressing their lips together with a smile. "Okay, but you gotta come with me when I tell Al 'cause I am not about to deal with his annoying smugness by myself."
"Deal. Now, I do believe I promised you dessert. Will a strawberry chocolate cake suffice?"
"In what universe would that question even be necessary, Roy? It's cake and chocolate and strawberries, that's like… a pretty fuckin' perfect combination."
Roy laughs all the way to the kitchen and Ed grins as he follows. All in all, it's been a pretty fucking spectacular day. Roy's holding a heart-shaped strawberry chocolate cake and two forks. Ed's going to move in. Al's going to be so insufferable about it, but Ed feels pretty untouchable right now so he doesn't even care. Ed might be about to vibrate out of his own skin he's that elated.
Sweethearts Day might have just become his new favorite holiday.