"How do you feel about me?"

Kimblee slowly turned his head very cautiously towards Greed.

"Excuse me?"

"Hard of hearing? I asked you how you feel about me."

The confused alchemist stared off into his own world for a moment; thinking about what he should say. This went on for about two minutes.

"I really don't see how that is a hard question to answer."

"Are...are you kidding me? It IS a hard question to answer."

Greed raised an eyebrow.

"No, seriously. I don't know how to answer that. Okay, listen to me say it. Greed, how do you feel about me?"

The homunculus grinned.

"Okay forget I asked. You of all people would give the most obvious and idiotic answer."

"That's true. But I really wanna know, how do you feel about me?"

The look that Greed had on his face made it easy for Kimblee to read.

"Are you just trying to get amused by this?"

"...maybe. I'm not saying yes, but I'm not saying no."

"You sick bastard."

"Hey, I'm just asking you a simple-"

"No. Not simple. Actually, quite difficult."

"What makes it so difficult?"

Kimblee paused.

"It just is."

There was a long silence between the two. An "awkward silence" if you prefer to call it that. Kimblee has never been too "open" with other people. 'Matter of fact, he never is. Greed thought it would be a little interesting to mess with his head and try to get him to spill his guts. So in a very outstanding way, this was another way for Greed to get some amusement.

"Are you just naturally quiet?"

"Hm?"

"You keep a lot of things in the dark from me. It's only right for me to ask you things."

"Things? You asked me one question that I can't even answer. Truthfully, if I had an answer I'd let you know."

"See, that's the thing. You wouldn't, because you don't ever talk to me or anyone else for that matter. You never make good conversation."

"'Don't know if I was put on this Earth for good conversation."

Kimblee began to look irritated...but, no shit.

"Okay, if I give you an answer, will you back off?"

"Meh, sure."

The alchemist sighed deeply.

"Greed..."

The homunculus studied his face and had all his attention on him.

"...you are an egotistical, covetousness, annoying prick I have ever had the displeasure of meeting."

Again, the "awkward silence" had fallen between them.

"Wow...um, I am without words."

Kimblee crossed his arms and grinned.

"Oh come on, Greed. Make good conversation."

"You're terrible. Since when are you so abominable?"

"Ha! Abominable? Such a good choice of words."

"Hey, I'm only trying to make good conversation."

"You make me sound like Envy."

"Well...if it makes you feel any better, you're much more abominable than she-sorry, he will ever be."

"Ha! Ha! Much better actually."

Kimblee disliked Envy just as much as Greed does.

The two stared at each other; to translate if there were words being spoken, you would hear "You're adorable," and "You can't handle the truth...more like I can't handle the truth. I love you. Why is that so hard to tell you?"

It was too obvious. Kimblee loved Greed, he just never admitted it. And why was that? He was never "open." He could never tell anyone what was on his mind.

"You know, you can tell me what's on your mind. I may not be the most interesting person to talk to, but I can be helpful."

"Thanks for the update."

"Oh my gosh, so transparent."

"What the hell do you mean transparent?"

"I was waiting for you to admit your undying love for me."

"Fuck you."

"Where and when, my dear alchemist."

"Oh, did I also mention your arrogant?"

Greed leaned into towards Kimblee; very closely I might add.

"I know you love me, and frankly, I don't care how long it's gonna take for you to admit it. I'll keep trying."

"Should I be afraid?"

"Absolutely.

"Joy," the alchemist said as he rolled his eyes.

"It's all a matter of getting stuff off your chest. You'll feel much better afterwards."

"I'd like to believe that."

"Hopelessly confused," Greed sighed. "...but you're still cute."