"So that's one thing that is at least going to plan," Zero mused, "What about your end, Edward?"
Edward scratched his head then rubbed the back of his neck.
"We-llll….," he began, dragging his words, "It's okay, I suppose?"
Zero raised an eyebrow and stared at him. Edward shuffled his feet as he sat on the chair and finally, raised his hands in surrender.
"It's not good, but it's not bad either," Edward admitted, "It'll be easier if you actually talk to her."
Zero frowned, asking, "Why?"
"She doesn't trust me," Edward told him.
Zero gave him 'a look' and said, "And she would trust me?"
"I've seen how she looks at you during mealtimes," Edward said, "Compared to me, she looks like she's more willing to listen to you. At least, you're family."
"I've never met her before this either," Zero said, not understanding his point, "So it's the same, isn't it?"
