[Ed's breath catches in his throat when Greed freezes, the both of them caught if a momentary tableau. It's hard to not be nervous, considering what he'd just admitted to; Greed would be well within reason to distrust Edward right then and there, no matter what his relationship with the Ed of his home had been like. Hell, he might even chase him back out, or worse--Ed isn't sure he'd be able to get out of this bar unscathed if Greed made the call.]
[But Greed bursts out in fiery laughter and he sighs in relief with a faint chuckle. Maybe an odd thing to take comfort in, given the sin's (disturbingly appropriate) demonic appearance; someone else might have been intimidated by a display like this, but Ed has seen far worse demons that wore a kinder face. No, Greed isn't someone he needs to fear. Not right now, at least.]
[The explanations of the differences--those bring a faint frown, though one born of confusion rather than upset. If Dante wasn't still around, did that mean the homunculii were truly acting on their own devices? Or had someone else stepped in to fill those shoes?]
[He shrugs the heavy overcoat off as the boiler spills even more heat into the room. Obviously this must be comfortable for Greed, but a mere human is likely to sweat through his shirt if he keeps that warm layer on in here.] I can't say I've ever met a Ling before. Who are they? [They must be a friend for Greed to have brought them up. Someone that worked with and helped them both, maybe? And that second part, about 'Good ol'Daddy'...that's rather worrying.] Wait, you're not talking about Hohenheim, are you?
[Ed doesn't protest the unspoken insistence of information; he's just as eager to know where the differences lie, what that might mean. He steps away from the wall and over to Greed, accepting the glass with a grin and nod.] Who's the other person you met, though? Someone I might know?
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[But Greed bursts out in fiery laughter and he sighs in relief with a faint chuckle. Maybe an odd thing to take comfort in, given the sin's (disturbingly appropriate) demonic appearance; someone else might have been intimidated by a display like this, but Ed has seen far worse demons that wore a kinder face. No, Greed isn't someone he needs to fear. Not right now, at least.]
[The explanations of the differences--those bring a faint frown, though one born of confusion rather than upset. If Dante wasn't still around, did that mean the homunculii were truly acting on their own devices? Or had someone else stepped in to fill those shoes?]
[He shrugs the heavy overcoat off as the boiler spills even more heat into the room. Obviously this must be comfortable for Greed, but a mere human is likely to sweat through his shirt if he keeps that warm layer on in here.] I can't say I've ever met a Ling before. Who are they? [They must be a friend for Greed to have brought them up. Someone that worked with and helped them both, maybe? And that second part, about 'Good ol'Daddy'...that's rather worrying.] Wait, you're not talking about Hohenheim, are you?
[Ed doesn't protest the unspoken insistence of information; he's just as eager to know where the differences lie, what that might mean. He steps away from the wall and over to Greed, accepting the glass with a grin and nod.] Who's the other person you met, though? Someone I might know?