Alphonse stepped outside into the quiet winter afternoon, softly closing the front door behind him. His mind lingered on the last look Tyler had given him before he’d been put under for the procedure. He’d offered a brave smile, but Alphonse could see right through him. As frustrating as it was, he could only promise to be there for him when Tyler woke up.
He nodded to Armstrong and sat on a bench with a clank. The boy clenched his hollow hands into fists. It was times like these that he did not envy Tyler his flesh body. And yet even as he had that thought he wished desperately that he could go in there and bear some of Tyler's pain for him, even if it is just a little. He shouldn't be suffering like this. It wasn't fair.
"How is he?" Armstrong asked solemnly.
Alphonse stared out into
