[Almost as long? That thought almost distracts him from whatever the hell Envy's going on about, apartments and killer wheelchairs - but in typical Ed fashion one word grabs his attention.]

wait- what? Chocolate milk...?

[Envy, what the shit are you talking about. Whatever, that's not important. Ed's not high like Envy, but he's just sulky enough to be considerably mellowed himself, so there is a sincerity to his tone in all his grief.]

I'm sorry.

[Later, he might think about the implications of Envy having had a best friend that was around that long, and now said best friend is gone. He might consider what that will do for Envy's mood and potentially how he treats Ed going forward, for now, there was too much else to think about.]

I take it kicking trees and breaking shit is in your immediate future then.

[It's a fairly innocent quip, but a tease nonetheless, because this was too freakishly straightforward for him. He's just so ... not sure .... what to make of this. Softer, as if in afterthought:]

I'm not planning to forget any time soon.