[Maes stands there, a grown man unsure of what to do or how to proceed. With Roy, he'd been out of it thanks to that field of flowers. It had been a slow realization after Roy had confirmed his worse fears and then they'd gotten stupidly drunk. Since then it had been a dance of avoiding the topic, even if it was always there on the surface.
Roy had then typically handled alerting the others of Maes's status. His encounter with Riza had been muted, but despite their common interest in Roy it wasn't like they'd been close. Of course there had been shock, after all, people don't just come back from the dead. Alphonse had been a different story. It was emotional on both ends: Maes because he had never seen the boy in his original body and Alphonse because he had also carried some guilt for Maes's death. Although it was doubtful if he felt the same burden as Roy or Edward had, not that Maes could know that for sure. And then, more recently, there was Winry. He hadn't meant to break in front of her, but there was only so much emotional baggage a man could carry around.
What was he supposed to say? He does feel obliged to make the next move after all. After a moment, Maes raises a hand like he's just greeting Edward after a long trip apart...which in some ways that's what this is right. Although the tone of his voice isn't quite the chipper, casual one that would normally accompany that.]
Hey, Ed. [He lowers his hand, though doesn't necessarily move any closer than a few steps.] I had a feeling I'd be running into you soon. [There's some hesitation, but then he slips his hands into his pockets, stance more casual as he offers a small smile.] I think you've gotten taller. You're looking good, you'll win over that mechanic of yours before you know it.
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Roy had then typically handled alerting the others of Maes's status. His encounter with Riza had been muted, but despite their common interest in Roy it wasn't like they'd been close. Of course there had been shock, after all, people don't just come back from the dead. Alphonse had been a different story. It was emotional on both ends: Maes because he had never seen the boy in his original body and Alphonse because he had also carried some guilt for Maes's death. Although it was doubtful if he felt the same burden as Roy or Edward had, not that Maes could know that for sure. And then, more recently, there was Winry. He hadn't meant to break in front of her, but there was only so much emotional baggage a man could carry around.
What was he supposed to say? He does feel obliged to make the next move after all. After a moment, Maes raises a hand like he's just greeting Edward after a long trip apart...which in some ways that's what this is right. Although the tone of his voice isn't quite the chipper, casual one that would normally accompany that.]
Hey, Ed. [He lowers his hand, though doesn't necessarily move any closer than a few steps.] I had a feeling I'd be running into you soon. [There's some hesitation, but then he slips his hands into his pockets, stance more casual as he offers a small smile.] I think you've gotten taller. You're looking good, you'll win over that mechanic of yours before you know it.