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[NO NOT THE GUILT, HE HATES FEELING GUILTY.]

I know, I know! I wasn't thinking about that at the time!

Well, obviously!

But why'd you make that deal with me in the first place if you were just gonna IGNORE it?

I thought you came to me for a reason.

Plus, he's a kid!

What could he POSSIBLY have done to you that would justify beating up a kid?!

_{[SHE KNOWS HE'S SEVENTEEN but he's tiny, come on.]}

I wasn't ignoring it until just then, I ran into him some other times not on the weekend and I didn't do anything.

[He mutters that sullenly. But it DOES look like she's at least getting some nice, good guilting in.]

Hey, it's not like he's defenseless. He killed me twice during that fight!

[And impaled him and blew up one of his legs and--]

Yeah, so what you're saying is you waited till you thought you could get away with it before doing something. Not exactly helping your cause, dude.

_{[His other claim just gets a sigh and rolled eyes. Sure dying is unpleasant BUT YOU ATTACKED HIM.]}

That's not what I--! I mean...that's...

[No, Envy, that's exactly what you said. He trails off into unintelligible muttering. At the same time, there's a cold feeling twisting up through his stomach, and there's unease joining the bit of guilt in his expression. How much had Al told her?]

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_{[Not a lot, but some things, anyway.]

[Heather folds her arms again, looking at him with lidded eyes.]}

Do you have anything to say besides excuses?

[He winces, just a little, shoulders drooping.]

...Sorry.

_{[For a second, she just looks at him. Then her own shoulders sag as she lets out a loooong sigh.]}

... Envy...

_{[She's hardly going to hold this against him. She might not have been explicitly breaking any promises when she went after Claudia, but it was still the same damn thing. ... Well, okay, maybe not EXACTLY the same, but similar enough.]

[She's just so frustrated, that's all.]

[Pulling her coat off, she heads over to the table and sits down, scooting another chair out with her foot.]}

Sit with me?

[When she says his name, he tenses as though he's bracing for something unpleasant to happen.]

[But whatever he might have expected her to say, and he doesn't even know what he expected, asking him to sit wasn't it. He looks startled, and for a moment he looks every single year of his age.]

[But then that's gone, replaced by careful neutrality, and he sits with one arm flung over the back of the chair as he always does.]

Yeah...yeah, okay.

_{[Fuck.]

[She knows exactly what that tensing is, and it makes her gut clench. As mad as she is at Envy's behavior... she can't help but think that, just like with Claudia, there's someone out there who she'd really like to strangle for all this.]}

Envy, when you called me that day, I didn't offer you a deal to save your half-brother's ass.

I did it for you.

I did it for the same reason that I'm fuckin' pissed right now.

Because you're my friend. And I care about you, you big idiot.

I know you do.

[And he does. Doesn't he?]

[He was more certain before that weekend, and before he spent two weeks in the dark with his former master's words spinning circles through his head.]

I've always been shit at keeping promises.

[He sounds apologetic when he says it.]

_{[Heather runs her fingers through her hair, sighing.]}

Me too, so I guess when you get right down to it, I don't have much of a leg to stand on when it comes to bitchin' you out.

... But please.

Leave that kid alone from now on?

Now that I've met him... I fuckin' know he's not the one we should be mad at.

_{[For a second she wavered over whether or not to say 'we' rather than 'you'.]

[But she's guilt-tripped him enough already and dictating what he alone should be angry about is more accusing than ever. So it's 'we'.]

[Because even if he broke the terms of the deal, she's still got his back when it comes to his father. And it's important for him to know that.]}

[Envy's guarded expression wavers when she says 'we'. Yeah, he picked up on what she meant by that, and he's very grateful.]

How do you know that?

[...but even in the depths of guilt-trip, being angry at Elrics is something he's pretty damn stubborn about.]

_{[... Well first of all Envy, ALPHONSE IS IN FACT A YOUNG CHILD, but if that's not reason enough for you already, repeating it probably won't do any good.]

[So she sighs and just looks at him.]}

He told me to give you a message for him, because he feels bad and thought it would be better coming from me than him.

It turns out your dad didn't kill you. He was going to, but you got to him first.

Al lied. But I never would've known it if he hadn't told me and asked me to pass it along to you. Along with his apology.

And I've seen enough fake apologies in my time to know when one's legit.

He did a shitty thing, lying to you like that. N'I told him so.

But he's a kid. And he didn't have to tell me anything.

[Whatever was left of that controlled expression? Say goodbye to it.]

[At first it's just more stubborn frowning, because psh, what kind of message could Al have for him? And then...]

[He's almost not sure he's hearing her right at first. He may not have brought it up in a while, but he definitely still wasn't over the supposed fact that Hohenheim had killed him in the end and used his death to take the happy family back home. As she keeps talking, it starts sinking in. He's flooded with fury that Alphonse had lied about it and that he'd been wrecked over it all this time for nothing, and elation and relief because he did it he killed that bastard after all this time he was the one to do it. There's shock and confusion and triumph and, somewhere underneath the rest, a strange feeling of hollowness.]

[And he hasn't even really processed the part about the apology yet.]

[Instead, he leans forward, reaching to grab onto Heather's shoulders and looking at her with wide eyes. His grip is tight, but not painful, and his voice is a bit shaky.]

I...he said I was the one to do it? I killed him?

_{[WHOA THERE BUD.]

[She can't help but flinch back a little bit when he suddenly reaches out, but she doesn't try to yank away. As long as his grip doesn't become painful, anyway.]}

Yeah, he said you were the one to do it.

That you got him before the trans-- ... the thing went off.

[Fortunately, he doesn't keep holding onto her for much longer after she re-confirms that yes, it happened.]

[His grip slackens, and he leans back heavily against the back of his own chair. He raises a hand to his face, pressing the heel of it to the bridge of his nose and gripping the tips of his fingers into his scalp. And then he laughs, quietly and a bit unhinged.]

I did it, I really...

[The rest of what she said starts to catch up, and with a deep breath he comes back to himself, at least mostly. A small, confused frown starts on his face.]

...he apologized?

_{[As he takes it all in, she just watches him for a moment. It's a little weird to see, and hear-- that laugh, that heavy slump.]

[Is that how she'd have looked and sounded if she'd been able to go back in time and kill Dahlia?]}

... Yeah, he apologized.

Said you didn't deserve to be lied to like that. Regardless of whatever it is you did to him back in your world.

[He breathes out slowly, still frowning.]

[That's...strange. Complicated. She doesn't have a reason to lie to him about it or make it up, but he still resists the idea.]

[He wants to hate Alphonse Elric completely, and it would be easy to just take away that he'd lied in the first place and use that to hate him more.]

[But...didn't deserve to be lied to like that? And Al didn't have to tell Heather at all. There was nothing for him to have gained by it, he could have just told her everything Envy had ever done and made himself out like a saint in comparison. It was what Envy had expected him to do if Al ever spoke to any of Envy's friends. It was what he'd been afraid of.]

[For Al to have done the unexpected instead...it knocks a crack in that wall, one that he doesn't want to think about.]

...oh.

[HE'S NOT REALLY SURE WHAT TO SAY.]

_{[... Well, at least he's not doing a bluescreen of death or something.]

[And it's kind of a relief that he looks so unsure rather than just flying into denial immediately.]

[So she nods.]}

Yeah.

So that's how the conversation went.

Then I helped him pick out some Christmas gifts for people since he was havin' trouble.

_{[Because even if she'd been kind of mad on Envy's behalf about the lie... the willing apology and offering of that information had been one hell of a sign of good faith, and proof to her that the kid is probably a good egg.]

[Leaving plenty of room for her to redirect all her weird righteous rage projections onto Envy's parents. Something she's PERFECTLY happy to do.]}

[Envy nods, slowly. He doesn't really want to hear about her hanging out with Al; not that he'd throw a fit about it, he's already accepted Lust hanging around him, but why do his friends always seem to go befriend Ed or Al too?]

[Normally he'd just get kind of annoyed and change the subject to something else, but instead those doubts Dante planted come slithering back up. He's already in an off-kilter place from the rest of the conversation, so it isn't hard for them to slip in. Why want someone like him as a friend, when they could have someone without a closet full of skeletons, who wasn't just barely learning how to do this as they went?]

[Heather's his friend, she cares about him and he does about her. For how long, though?]

[So he looks oddly subdued, like how he's been looking whenever he thinks nobody's watching lately. He still doesn't know what to say.]

...was that everything?

_{[If she knew he was having doubts, she'd have reassured him. Al's a good kid and Heather likes him, but Envy's her friend and he's been her friend for a lot LONGER.]

[Besides... while she doesn't exactly know the kid's background yet, in the end she can relate to Envy and his family so much more than most humans she knows.]

[But she has no idea what kind of thoughts are swirling around behind that strange, dismal expression, so she just watches for a moment.]}

... Everything from my end, I guess, yeah.

Are you mad?

[He looks surprised at the question before shaking his head, and for a moment his mouth quirks into an expression that's more normal for him.]

No, you've seen me mad. You'd know if I was.

I'm...I don't know.

[He makes a vague gesture with his hands. It's not like he doesn't know why he's like this right now. He's already talked to Greed about it...sort of.]

_{[She opened this conversation by storming into the house and yelling at him. She's not exactly sure how well 'Do you wanna talk about it?' will go over after that.]

[But she doesn't want to leave the conversation like this. Is he really this troubled over being called out about Alphonse?]

[... No, that can't be it. Because he's been looking weirdly subdued for awhile now.]}

... I know I just bitched you out, but if there's something bugging you... you can talk to me about it if you want.

[To be fair, he absolutely did deserve that bitching out.]

[He can't really hold it against her for being mad that he'd broken that deal. Because, well. He did break that deal pretty hard.]

[So it's not because of that that he hesitates, but because 'talking about problems' is never something he enjoys doing. But...]

She was here. Over the weekend.

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