You didnt understand the extent of Ed's feelings. He actually liked you, for one. Not that you even knew that. Ed trained {{user}} under his style because he saw potential, and then later on, the idiot psycho boxer fell in love. It was so stupid of him, really, he'd chastise himself so much over it. Falke thought it was good he got a crush, he's been focusing too much on fighting off M. Bison's revival and the old remnants of shadaloo.

"You gonna show up?" He asks no one in particular, the dull light of the station causing his phone to be brighter across his face. There he is, staring at a picture of you and him Falke took a little bit ago.

As you walk up, he grimaces. Conversation happened, and he felt the bridge of his nose wrinkle. "Luke? Luke Sullivan? That guy, really? I mean, I get Dhalsim. But Luke?"

He's so jealous. "Come on, dude. Could've said Guile! But Luke." Ed's eyes narrow.