FMA Fic, "Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On," Roy/Ed, PG

Sequel to What Dreams May Come, because this AU keeps breaking my heart and I need to share the pain:

Ed’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.  Mustang was waiting for him; his own hand clamped around Ed’s wrist as soon as it got close.  Ed stared up at him, found him smiling in a way he wasn’t used to, in a way that . . . he wasn’t sure what it meant.  He worked his mouth, finally found his voice.

“This . . . isn’t really a dream, is it.”

( Dreams )