Roof = Angst

[edmuse]

He's been here a few months.
I promise Al, we'll get your body back.
In that time, he has fought, worked, and come no closer to leaving this miserable hole then he had when he first arrived. Sure, he found Al (he would have gone mad if he hadn't, really) but he found nothing more. Nothing that would bring him closer to his goal.
Fullmetal. It's a

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[notanoptimist]

The roof is great practice for the boomerang. Sokka can throw it distances he never could in the courtyard without having to worry about hurting anyone and finds himself up there often enough. He's there today, too, wandering up to the top, giving Ed a nod and a smile--

Before noting precarious things.

"...Hey."

[edmuse]

The alchemist's hands find his pockets, and he nods, though he dosen't look back.

"Hey."

[notanoptimist]

Okay, then, Sokka will just take a few steps forward, already frowning.

"...What's up?"

[edmuse]

"Not much. Just thinkin'."

On the edge of a roof. Mmhmm. So very conductive to deep thought, standing over a 15 story drop.