He winces at the sound, jaw clenching some before she speaks once more. His gaze flicked up again uncertainly at her words, his own tone and expression still tense but more reserved than the initial glare had been - glancing away almost as quickly as he'd looked back up in the first place.
Ed was sure that now she'd be able to put some of the pieces together about his discomfort at the festival, the way he'd automatically moved away to minimize any risk of contact. Although he doesn't make the connection that she might pick up one a few of his other habits being related, as well. Avoiding human contact, sleep, showering when anyone else was around...
His eyes widen slightly at the "you" as if preparing himself for the inevitable direction of this conversation when she switches gears. He still looks almost as if he was the one that had done something he shouldn't have, clearing his throat awkwardly before speaking.
"It's fine-" It wasn't, but it wasn't as if either of them had the option to go back in time and change what happened, either. "I just... Didn't want anyone to know about it." There were a number of reasons for that, being in a new world and not knowing how the populace would react being a pretty big one - but even at home where just anyone could have automail and no one else bothered to conceal it, layers had been a habit. Anything to hide it for as long as possible, only to act as if it didn't matter once revealed. Which is exactly what he was doing now, it's fine let's just move on like nothing happened. Definitely don't start looking at him as a victim of war, Chloe, that was always the worst of it - when he'd done this to himself.
He offers a small reassuring smile, as if none of that awkwardness had just happened with the shift of gears. "I still need to start getting the notes from the other room. It's going to take some time to put it all together before everyone gets here."
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Ed was sure that now she'd be able to put some of the pieces together about his discomfort at the festival, the way he'd automatically moved away to minimize any risk of contact. Although he doesn't make the connection that she might pick up one a few of his other habits being related, as well. Avoiding human contact, sleep, showering when anyone else was around...
His eyes widen slightly at the "you" as if preparing himself for the inevitable direction of this conversation when she switches gears. He still looks almost as if he was the one that had done something he shouldn't have, clearing his throat awkwardly before speaking.
"It's fine-" It wasn't, but it wasn't as if either of them had the option to go back in time and change what happened, either. "I just... Didn't want anyone to know about it." There were a number of reasons for that, being in a new world and not knowing how the populace would react being a pretty big one - but even at home where just anyone could have automail and no one else bothered to conceal it, layers had been a habit. Anything to hide it for as long as possible, only to act as if it didn't matter once revealed. Which is exactly what he was doing now, it's fine let's just move on like nothing happened. Definitely don't start looking at him as a victim of war, Chloe, that was always the worst of it - when he'd done this to himself.
He offers a small reassuring smile, as if none of that awkwardness had just happened with the shift of gears. "I still need to start getting the notes from the other room. It's going to take some time to put it all together before everyone gets here."