He did glance up when she nudged him, smiling faintly at her words. Maybe that's why a whole week of fireworks appealed to him, a whole week of new memories. Memories here instead of back in that town with the festival and missing girls.

"Yeah..."

Ed blinked at the kiss, blushing faintly and averting his gaze once more - although he seemed more embarrassed than anything as he hid half his face behind his knees once more. He wasn't unfamiliar with death, he'd killed more than just Majhal back home. Greed, Sloth, he was prepared to kill Scar to if it came to it - or so he had said - in Purg he'd killed his own brother. The first time was different though, it was different because it was the first time and it certainly hadn't been intentional.

It was different because he suppressed the memory for five years and pretended that it never happen until it became time to prepare to kill again. The others he openly admitted to, had accepted right away, but the first time it had barely even registered and at eleven, he'd repressed it before it could.

"I'm glad we can here."