Ed thanked Poseidon that Will's punch didn't connect because if it had then it probably would have been lights out and he did not have the sort of face that looked better with a black eye. He should have known that Will was too drunk to actually make contact though when he had called out their dead brother's name. Henry would know what to do here, he'd know how to handle the situation to calm Will down and then be there for him. But Henry wasn't there anymore. Just Ed.

"It's been three days," Ed said before reaching down and hauling Will to his feet. Once with brother was standing, Ed stripped off his trench coat and threw it at Will. "Don't you ever, ever disappear like that again. Not- not after Henry. Just- don't. Please."

And if Ed had to wipe away a few years, so what? He was the baby of the family after all and if he wanted to cry at the idea of losing another brother he would damn well do it.