"Yeah, August-" Ed just barely represses the urge to stop his brother when he pushes away, only realizing belatedly that he was about to be sick. His expression twists with concern as he approaches when Alphonse bends over the sink, but Al's throwing up and wiping his face on his sleeve before Edward even has a moment to react.

He shakes his head at the question, trying to understand - to follow where Al's going with his words. "These places don't make a lot of sense, Al. We can't always predict what .... time we're going to come from." Ed knew from experience that it was hard to reconcile with those differences when they came, but it was part of living in places like this and they'd just have to get used to it.

"When you and I what, Al?"