[Picking up the Nulls doesn't even feel like it happened today, there's been so much else.]
[Honestly, they've just about been pushed right out of Envy's mind in favor of the other major surprise of the day. His half-brother, here, actually here and not just on those weekends.]
[...or, at least, MAYBE it's his half-brother. It could just as easily be the other one, and Alphonse hadn't exactly helped him figure it out. The fact that he doesn't know for sure is ALMOST as maddening as him being here at all. He doesn't know how he's supposed to be feeling about this one, doesn't know how angry he should be or what this one knows.]
[And he knows damn well that Ed had kept him in the dark on purpose.]
[Thinking about it had been way too frustrating, all he'd been able to do was throw himself into the performance tonight as hard as he could. There wasn't room to think about mystery brothers when he was flying fifty feet in the air trying to catch Lust's hands.]
[But now the performance is over, and there's nothing else to distract himself with. His legs feel distinctly like jelly, but he's still pacing when Heather comes out of the tent. He was so focused on his own thoughts that her question actually makes him jump...before he shoves his hands back into his pockets, scowling down at a scraggly patch of grass growing out of the dirt path instead of at her.]
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[Honestly, they've just about been pushed right out of Envy's mind in favor of the other major surprise of the day. His half-brother, here, actually here and not just on those weekends.]
[...or, at least, MAYBE it's his half-brother. It could just as easily be the other one, and Alphonse hadn't exactly helped him figure it out. The fact that he doesn't know for sure is ALMOST as maddening as him being here at all. He doesn't know how he's supposed to be feeling about this one, doesn't know how angry he should be or what this one knows.]
[And he knows damn well that Ed had kept him in the dark on purpose.]
[Thinking about it had been way too frustrating, all he'd been able to do was throw himself into the performance tonight as hard as he could. There wasn't room to think about mystery brothers when he was flying fifty feet in the air trying to catch Lust's hands.]
[But now the performance is over, and there's nothing else to distract himself with. His legs feel distinctly like jelly, but he's still pacing when Heather comes out of the tent. He was so focused on his own thoughts that her question actually makes him jump...before he shoves his hands back into his pockets, scowling down at a scraggly patch of grass growing out of the dirt path instead of at her.]
Why does there have to be another one?