Was it just Edmund's imagination, or did Al prove not quite immune to his whispered suggestion? Edmund filed that little observation away for later use. He'd felt that strange spark too, like electricity between them. Had Al felt it also?
However, his chances for romance were rapidly diminishing the more he sounded like he was either lying or out of his mind. Edmund almost regretted telling Alphonse so soon, when his story was much less likely to be believed. But he'd felt like he could trust the alchemist with it, and at least Al was kind about it. Edmund smiled faintly at him. "I'm glad you think so. I don't think I could ever lie to you, Alphonse."
Al's words were reassuring too, and Edmund's smile grew a little stronger. "Thanks," he said with genuine relief. "I can do that. Maybe you can tell me more about Central City in case I need to give any convincing details. Do they have a university or higher education there too? Sticking as close to my actual story is probably my best bet..."
He scooted backwards towards the headboard, to arrange a few pillows there for them to lean on as they talked, and grabbed several of the books at the top of the stack he'd put within easy reach on the nightstand. He wanted to ask Al about his theories so far of what else could explain Edmund's sudden arrival, but he was afraid he wouldn't like the answers. Maybe he should just wait and read up himself. He settled himself back against one plumped mound of pillows and indicated an invitation to Al beside him. "You haven't ever heard of other worlds, then? Other dimensions?" It was a safe-ish question, and it would let him know if there was any point searching in books here for the answers.
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Date: 2015-08-12 06:59 pm (UTC)However, his chances for romance were rapidly diminishing the more he sounded like he was either lying or out of his mind. Edmund almost regretted telling Alphonse so soon, when his story was much less likely to be believed. But he'd felt like he could trust the alchemist with it, and at least Al was kind about it. Edmund smiled faintly at him. "I'm glad you think so. I don't think I could ever lie to you, Alphonse."
Al's words were reassuring too, and Edmund's smile grew a little stronger. "Thanks," he said with genuine relief. "I can do that. Maybe you can tell me more about Central City in case I need to give any convincing details. Do they have a university or higher education there too? Sticking as close to my actual story is probably my best bet..."
He scooted backwards towards the headboard, to arrange a few pillows there for them to lean on as they talked, and grabbed several of the books at the top of the stack he'd put within easy reach on the nightstand. He wanted to ask Al about his theories so far of what else could explain Edmund's sudden arrival, but he was afraid he wouldn't like the answers. Maybe he should just wait and read up himself. He settled himself back against one plumped mound of pillows and indicated an invitation to Al beside him. "You haven't ever heard of other worlds, then? Other dimensions?" It was a safe-ish question, and it would let him know if there was any point searching in books here for the answers.