Maybe not right away, but I will. Have to get you nice and strong first, okay?

[ with that, Ed shifts at his place on the bedside, doing exactly what the doctors frowned upon by wedging himself in the small space left on the bed without moving Al. he reclines, leaning back to lay beside his brother, like they used to. ]

What do you think you'll want first, huh? Granny's stew? [ he teases, squeezing his brother's hand in return. he tugs his hand away only to rub at his new arm, still surprised to find warm flesh instead of metal. ]

Or an ice cream sundae? We'll do that and more, okay? I promise.