Avainsana: fma

EdWin one-shot: Future is full of possibilities

Summary: Ed is feeling down and Winry tries to make him feel better.

Here’s the fic I promised! It takes place maybe a year-ish after the boys’ return to Resembool after the Promised Day. Sorry about all the possible typos, it’s 1 AM here so everything is possible. *prays that someone is still up to read this*

Words: 1738

Warnings: both Ed and Winry like swearing xD

“Ed?” Winry was
observing her almost-boyfriend (‘almost’, because there was the problem that
even though everyone seemed to be aware of Edward Elric’s feelings towards her,
he himself had never admitted it aloud) who was sitting on the living room couch
alone, looking at everything and nothing in particular.

“Hmm?” the young
man let Winry know he was listening.

“You are being
awfully quiet today,” she simply stated, although the statement held an
unspoken question in it. She wanted to know why he was acting like that.

“What, can’t a guy
just think quietly sometimes?” he challenged, although his voice was lacking
the usual sharpness.

“Of course a guy
can, but you can’t,” the girl sassed back, getting frustrated at Edward’s unwillingness
to cooperate with her.

“Oh, great, here
we go again,” Ed growled. “Can we not do this this time? I’m kinda tired.”

“Fine,” Winry huffed.
“This must be the first time ever Edward Elric has skipped an opportunity for a
verbal fight. Something’s up.”

The blonde girl
raised her eyebrow expectantly, but when he still didn’t explain himself, she
sighed. “Ed, please. Didn’t we promise that there won’t be any more secrets
between us when you returned?”

“There’s a lot you
can’t understand,” he said, the tone of his voice making it clear he was done
talking this topic.

“Excuse me? The
only thing I know is that there’s no way I can’t understand you if you don’t
even try to explain yourself!” she almost yelled the last words. She also
realized she was a lot closer to Ed than she had been a few moments earlier. So
close that she could feel his breathing on his face when he said:

“Winry. Don’t.”

With those words
he rose from his seat and exited the room, and a bit later Winry could hear the
slam of the bedroom door even from downstairs.

A tiny sob came
out of Winry. It wasn’t because she was upset about arguing with Ed, no; she
had gotten used to doing that with him when she had been four years old. No, it
was because something was so clearly bothering him, and he was refusing her help.
What could have happened that had made him so upset? Winry didn’t remember
anything particular happening that day… except that Al had gotten a letter from
Xing, and he hadn’t showed it to Ed, nor told him what the letter was about.
That was something Ed should accept, because no matter how much the brothers
had been through together, Al wasn’t obliged to share everything with him. He
was 16 now, and it was perfectly normal that he started to make his own plans,
ones that didn’t involve Edward. Even though Al hadn’t told Winry about the
letter either, she had a strong suspicion that the said letter had something to
do with his plans for the future. She wouldn’t push the younger brother,
though, because she knew he would tell them when the time was right. Right now,
Al was at the post office, supposedly sending an answer to the letter he received.

Meanwhile, she had
to deal with Ed.

At first Winry
just wanted to leave the sulking boy alone, because she knew that when he was
acting like this – like a moron – he might honestly get angry at her if she
tried to intervene, and she didn’t want that. But after about half an hour of
not being able to concentrate on anything (not even automails), she gave up and
marched up the stairs.

“Edward, I won’t
let you do this! You! Asshole! Open the door!” she yelled once she was behind
his door, secretly thankful that her granny wasn’t home, because she would be
up for a scolding (despite her age) if the older woman caught her granddaughter
yelling obscenities at her best friend.

The door opened
faster than she expected, and… was that a smirk on Ed’s face? There she was,
worrying like crazy about him, and that bastard was laughing at her… Oh, where
was her trusty wrench when she needed it the most?

While she was
trying to find one from one of her pockets, she was too busy to notice that the
boy was, once again, really close to her. There was only an inch between their
noses when she looked up and Ed opened his mouth to ask:

“Did you just call
me an asshole?”

“What if I did?”

“Then I’d say I
probably deserved it.” he continued with a teasing tone. He had a weird fire in
his eyes, one that made Winry feel butterflies in her stomach for who knows
what reason.

“You bet you did,”
she answered, although she had already forgotten why she had been so angry. The
truth was, her face was feeling hot and her heart was racing too fast too, as
she was expecting his next move.

Ed took one more
step closer, and lifted Winry’s chin with one of his hands, so she was staring right
at him, leaned his head forward, touching her nose with his, his other hand burying
itself in her hair… and then…

The front door opened.
Ed let out a quiet curse, realizing what had almost happened, but pulled his
friend into his room before Pinako could spot them standing like that in the
hallway.

“Uh, Ed? What the
hell was that?” Winry managed to say through panting once they were inside the
boys’ room.  

Ed let go of Winry’s
arm and stuttered: “I don’t kn.. it’s just… ugh, you’re just so hot when you’re
angry.”

“I… WHAT? What did
you just say?”

“You heard it,” he
mumbled, his confidence sucked by the arrival of Granny Pinako.

“You can’t just
first shut me out like you did earlier and then… almost kiss me! Seriously, Ed,
what is your problem?”

“Honestly? I don’t
even know myself,” he admitted, and sank down on his bed. There was that
miserable expression again, and Winry started thinking she had been too harsh
on him. If Ed wasn’t able to tell… then she should try to be supportive instead
of sounding so forceful.

She sat down next
to him, nudging him with her shoulder a little bit.

“Hey… is this
about Al?”

“What about him?”
Ed raised his eyebrow, surprised by how well this girl knew him.

“I think your mood
changed after he received that letter he didn’t want to talk about…” It was
more of a question than a statement, and she looked at him expectantly.

“Maybe…”

“Hey, it’s OK, I
promise. I won’t judge. I just want to know, because I want to help you.”

Winry wasn’t
really expecting Ed to answer, but suddenly he blurted out: “It’s that… he
already has plans! He knows what he wants to do once he’s recovered enough to travel
and study and work. He even has that bean girl waiting for him in Xing. And he’s
only 16!”

“But isn’t that…”
Winry tried to comment but Ed spoke again.

“Then also… I’ve
been looking after him ever since our mum died… It feels so weird that he doesn’t
need me anymore.”

“Uh, not to be
rude, but… which part of this can I not understand?” she asked, referring to
their earlier conversation.

“You’ve always
been independent… You too know what you want to do with your life. How would
you know what it feels to be left with… nothing? I don’t have my alchemy, Al
will have his own life without me in it, and… there’s only one thing I know I
want to do in the future. The rest? I have no fucking idea.”

“You’re right that
I haven’t experienced the exact same things you have, but what makes you think you’d
be alone? Al will always be your brother no matter where he is. And then… you
have granny. And Den. And all those friends you made while traveling? And then
there’s… me.” The blush returned on her face when she said the last part.

A heavy silence
fell between the two of them, and they simply kept looking at each other for a
while. Ed inched his right hand forward slowly, and finally it found Winry’s
hand. She took it, and rubbed it against her cheek for a little while.

“Have I told you…
how happy I am that you got this back? You know… you were able to return Al
back into his own body… and got your arm back… even though no one else has ever
done anything like that.” Ed looked at her in confusion, not seeing her point,
so she continued: “What I’m trying to say is that if you can do that, you can
do a lot of awesome things in the future… even if you don’t know what exactly that
is yet.”

Ed was now as red
as Winry was, but his eyes looked soft when he said: “Thank you, Win.”

“No problem,” she
gave him a little smile. “Hey, can I ask you what was that one plan you already
have?”

“No,” he shook his
head, “but… I’m gonna show you.”

“Oh?”

“It’s this.”

He let go of her
hand and moved one of his behind her neck, stroking it slowly. Winry felt
chills in her spine at the touch. Then the thumb of his other hand traced her
jaw, and she let out a soft hum. Finally, he touched her lips with his fingers
briefly, but before she knew it, he moved forward and replaced the fingers with
his lips. It was brief, but soft, a kiss that left you wishing more, but just
when Ed got the courage to slip his tongue out to deepen the kiss, the couple
were interrupted by steps on the stairs, and the bedroom door opened only
moments after.

“Al?” Ed turned
his head to see the intruder.

“It’s about time,
brother! I thought you’d never do it!” he exclaimed, and Ed didn’t have to ask what
he meant. Oh, he knew.

“And who are you
to talk? How’s the bean girl doing?” was his response.

“On the other hand…
Winry, I think you could do better,” Al shook his head before started laughing uncontrollably,
until Ed rose from the bed taking a pillow with him. Not before slipping one more
quick kiss on Winry’s lips, though.

“I’ll be back!” he
promised. “After I’ve killed my brother, that is!”

Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Looks like the boy’s too shy
Ain’t gonna kiss the girl

What the f is drawing and how do people do it? I definitely don’t know, but that didn’t stop me from redrawing this scene after some mermaid AU talk yesterday. Ahh this AU is soo good tbh.

For the short sentence prompt – 2. Edwin

At this point you have probably forgotten about ever even giving me this prompt, but here we finally go. BTW, I might have an angstier fic using this same prompt coming up, but we’ll see how I’ll feel about it. Meanwhile, take this a lot happier version that became longer than I expected 😀

words: 864

genre: good ol’ flufe

rating: T for Ed’s dirty thoughts

“Eyes on me.”

“Winry, do we
really need to do this?” asked Ed, whose embarrassment must have been evident to
people within a 5-mile radius. It was Winry and his wedding day, and time for
the part of the reception that everyone had been looking forward to. Except Ed.

The first dance.

“Yes, Edward. We
have been practicing for this moment for at least two months. You don’t want to
disappoint all these people, do you?”

Ed looked around
to see all the excited faces around them, and mumbled something that sounded
like he couldn’t care less about what those people thought. Winry, however, had
learned what strings she should pull to get her now husband to do something for
her. She had a sly smile on her face when she said:

“Oh, by the way, General
Mustang is watching. Imagine his remarks if you fail to do this one thing.”

“That damn bastard…
Why was he invited anyway?”

“Because believe
it or not, he does care about your wellbeing. And I think, somewhere very, very
deep down in you, you appreciate the things he has done for you. I think you might
even see him as your father figure…” Winry teased.

“Why would you
even…” Ed protested, offended by his wife’s “accusations”.

“Shh, Ed. Eyes on
me. You can do it.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly.

The groom took a
deep breath, and like told, set his eyes on Winry. She had been beautiful in Ed’s
eyes for a long while (even though he didn’t say it aloud often enough), but
today he thought she was /radiant/. Her hair was tied on a simple but beautiful
bun, Riza had helped her with her make-up that seemed natural, but made her
eyes look even bluer (or was it just the lighting? Ed wondered), and she wore a
long, white silk gown with a short train and a lace layer and pearls on it. The
sleeves were short, the ‘v’ shaped neckline allowed her collarbones to show,
and the silky ribbon highlighted her thin waist. It was all so different from
her usual overalls and ponytail, and so nice to look at, yet Ed had to admit
his thoughts escaped into the moment when he’d get to rip her out of that dress
when he saw how it clung to her form. He gulped and shook his head to get rid
of that thought because he needed to focus now.

The music started
playing, apparently some traditional Amestrian wedding music that Ed was not
very familiar with because he had never attended a wedding before this one, his
own. He had let Winry make most of the decisions when it came to the wedding arrangements,
mostly because he knew that if he for example suggested the wedding cake have a
black topping, she’d probably make him sleep on the couch for weeks. He had
tried to talk her out of the dance though, but had clearly failed, seeing how he
was now being judged by their (rather big amount of) wedding guests.

About 30 seconds
into the song, Ed noticed that the dance wasn’t going too badly. He had yet to
step on Winry’s toes, and a few of the guests had started to dance too, meaning
that the newly wed couple didn’t have that much attention anymore. His eyes
found Colonel B… General Mustang showing his smooth moves with none other than
Captain Hawkeye, and Ed could see him glance at him every once in a while,
trying to find something to comment on about Ed’s dancing. It was probably thanks
to Riza that he managed to keep quiet, though, and so the dance went on without
any bigger incidents (once Ed stepped slightly on Winry’s toe, but she didn’t
even flinch, and simply kept going and tried to calm him down by repeating: “Eyes
on me, Ed, forget the rest”). At the end of the song he had gained enough confidence
to even give Winry a tiny twirl, and after that they bowed to the audience with
huge smiles on their faces.

“It wasn’t that
bad, was it?”

“It definitely
wasn’t as bad as fighting Homunculi,” Ed joked, and earned a scowl from his
wife.

“Relax, it was
fine. You made it fine,” he reassured her, and this time she gave him a shy
smile. “By the way, did I tell you that you look very beautifu…”

“Hey, Fullmetal!”
Roy yelled from somewhere, “how many hours did you have to practice that?”

“Not much, you
know, because my wife happens to be an excellent teacher,” he answered, and
pulled Winry closer to him. “But I was wondering, how many years will Captain Hawkeye have to wait
until you finally propose to her?”

Roy wasn’t usually
easily provoked, but this time Ed swore he saw a faint blush on Mustang’s face.
The younger man decided that he had won this battle, and besides, he had more
important things to think about. Like his beautiful wife. And what would happen
when the two of them were finally alone.

Winry seemed to
read his thoughts because she gave him a light kiss on his jaw and whispered: “Ready
to leave soon?”

“You bet.”

Survivor’s guilt

Happy holidays @agoldentimelover!! I am your secret santa 😀 You said you like EdWin and angst so this fic contains both of those things, although it should be noted that faithful to my style, there might be a decent amount of fluff as well 😉 This fic takes place 3ish years after the Promised Day, when Ed has already returned from his trip to East (well, that’s a personal headcanon of mine), and he and Winry have been married for a little while. Huge thanks to my beta @mysticdelphox97 for making sure this doesn’t entirely suck! I hope you enjoy 🙂

(word count: 2466 words)

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Edward didn’t know where he was. He looked around, trying to find some
clues about his whereabouts, like a familiar building or something, but he
didn’t succeed. All he saw around him was a yard with a swing, a sandbox, some
toys in there, a high fence, and a grey brick house. Not a particularly
beautiful sight. Ed was about to leave the yard, although he still didn’t
understand how he had gotten there in the first place, when the door behind him
opened, and out ran a little girl with brown braids, and a light-furred dog.
They seemed surprised about the unexpected guest, as if they didn’t have guests
here very often, but nevertheless very excited. Finally, someone who might play
with them! The girl told Ed that her mother had left a couple of years earlier
and her father was so absorbed by his work that he didn’t have time for
playing.

Since Ed wasn’t in a hurry at that moment, he promised to stay with the
girl for a while. He knew firsthand how awful loneliness felt, because he
himself hadn’t gotten the attention he would have needed from adults after his
mother’s death. At least he had had Al. And Winry. And Granny Pinako. And a bit
after that (before Al and his lives changed in a dramatic way on that one
faithful day), Izumi and her husband Sig had kept the boys busy. But this girl—Nina,
she had told him—only had her dog, and for this reason Ed didn’t want to leave
her alone. They played ball and tag, tried to get as high as possible on the
swing, and laughed and told each other stories, and during that time Ed decided
that he had to talk with the girl’s father. Perhaps tell him what it felt when
your own father neglected you. If only he could have done that to his own old
man…

Before that though, Ed decided he would just quickly drop by a local
restaurant because he didn’t even how long it had been since his last meal. It
felt like he was away from Nina’s house only for a moment, but when he came
back, it was too late. When Ed rang the doorbell, the door wasn’t opened by
Nina, but instead a man with glasses and a tired expression, his hair color
like the girl’s. Ed asked where she was, but he didn’t get a proper answer. The
man simply stated that he didn’t know, but he had just finished an experiment,
and wanted to show it to the boy. He led Edward to the basement of the house,
but Ed couldn’t help but feel something creepy was going on. Finally, the man, Shou
Tucker, pointed out what he had wanted to show. A chimera. With light fur. It seemed
like a mix of a dog and a girl. It was quiet for a moment, but then the thing
spoke. “Play with me,” it requested.

Edward screamed as loud as he could.

He was woken up by his own screaming. His throat felt as if he had been
yelling for a good while before waking up. His heart was beating so fast that
it felt like it was trying to get out of his chest. He was covered in sweat and
tears, and he couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold in the room. At last he
calmed down enough to register that Winry had pinned him down, stopping him
from thrashing about. She was looking at him with a worried and sad expression,
her blue eyes dark and tear-filled. Finally, Winry decided Ed had recovered
enough for her speech to get through to him.

“A nightmare? You haven’t seen them in a while…” the young woman asked
quietly.

“Yeah…” Ed admitted when he finally managed to speak.

After a little while he asked: “Did I… hurt you?” Panic was audible in
his voice. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he had accidentally hurt her. Or the baby, he thought, his gaze
resting on the visible bump of his wife’s belly.

“No! I was afraid you were gonna hurt yourself if you continue thrashing
like that… That’s why I tried to stop you.”

“Winry, we have been talking about this, you shouldn’t be near me, when…
you know… I could accidentally do something!”

“Ed, I’m not afraid of you. Not even during your night terrors. And I
care about you too damn much to just leave you alone when you have one of those.”

“Ugh…”

“Do I need to brain you, so you’ll understand?” she asked threateningly.

“Gosh, no! But you still know my opinion.”

“I do. But I don’t agree with it.” Her voice softened when she added: “Listen,
I once read that it helps you if you talk about it. What was your dream about?”

It was about her again,” Ed whispered.

“Who?” Winry stared at her husband in confusion. It had been three years
since Ed and Al’s return to Resembool, but he had never talked about any
particular “her”. Did he still see nightmares about their mother? Or the
creature he and Al had created when they tried to get her back….

“Oh. I didn’t realize I haven’t ever talked about her to you… It’s a
long story.” His golden eyes had turned from shocked to sorrowful at the
mention of ‘her’.

“Ed. You know I want to know what’s bothering you. Please.”

“Fine,” he sighed, trying to gather himself.

“When Al and I were traveling… we heard about this ‘sewing-life
alchemist’. He had managed to create a talking chimera, so of course we thought
getting some information from him might help us to get closer to returning Al
back into his body.”

“Go on,” Winry encouraged when Ed stopped talking. She knew that what he
was about to tell her must be something terrible, but carrying that burden just
by himself was something Ed always did – and it hurt him more than he knew
himself. Talking about it would hopefully help him to relieve some of the pain.

“Um. I’ll try. I want to be honest with you, this isn’t gonna be easy.
It’s one of my most painful memories.”

He had never been good with words, but after that nightmare it felt even
harder. But some voice in him told him it would be the right thing to do.

“I understand,” she reassured him, and took his left hand into hers
while he was trying to find the right words.

“We went to that alchemist’s house, and found out that he had a
4-year-old daughter, Nina. And a dog. His wife had supposedly left a couple of
years earlier. We studied a lot while in there. Tucker had a lot of books that
we couldn’t find from the library, but during our breaks we played with the
girl and the dog. She was such an innocent little thing, but so lonely, because
her father was doing his tests all the time.”

Ed felt chills going through his spine just thinking about what he was
about to say, but Winry deserved to know. She needed to know why her current
condition made him see nightmares.

“Then one day, when we came back to Tucker’s house, Nina and Alexander,
the dog, weren’t greeting us at the door anymore. I should have read the signs
earlier, I should have noticed something was badly wrong… But I didn’t. Tucker
had his state alchemist assessment coming, and he was desperate to finish his
project, so he would continue to get funding from the military. And that day,
he had finally finished it.”

His voice broke, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he was
able to continue his story.

“He… wanted to show us his test results… He… he had managed to create
another chimera. He took us to see it, and… the chimera spoke. It said my name…
and it said… it wanted to play with us. And then… I just knew.”

Ed was shaking now, looking physically ill, but somehow, he still
managed to say the thing that explained it all:

“The… the chimera was made of… Nina… and Alexander.”

“What?” For a moment Winry didn’t know what else to say. This was even
worse than she had imagined. What kind of person would do anything like that?

“I’m so, so, so sorry Ed. If I had known… I would have made you tell
this.”

“It’s OK. You need to know. It explains why I saw this particular
nightmare tonight.”

“Is it… because of the baby?”

Ed didn’t answer for a long while. He just stared at something she
couldn’t see.

“When it happened… It was the first time I felt I could honestly kill
someone. Hell, I might have if Al hadn’t been there. We left, and people were
coming to arrest Tucker… but later we found out both he and Nina had been
killed.”

“I can’t even imagine… how that must have felt.”

“No one… should… ever…” Ed didn’t need to finish his sentence. She
understood.

Winry knew Ed hated her tears more than anything, but she couldn’t stop
them, particularly not because there was a brand-new life growing inside her.
She held Ed tightly in her arms and just cried, and let him cry in his own way,
just shaking and burying his head on her shoulder.

They were in that position for a good while, but suddenly Winry realized
Ed hadn’t answered her question earlier, and asked carefully:

“Ed?”

“Hmm?”

“You haven’t seen nightmares in a while… but now you did. Do you… maybe
think that the baby triggered it?”

“I don’t… I think… It’s possible.”

“Ed…”

“When that incident with Nina happened, I felt so helpless. I let it
happen. I couldn’t save her. It made me realize how insignificant I was. And
now? I am afraid that the same thing will happen again. If something happened
to our child, even though I could stop it, I would never, ever, forgive myself.

“Edward Elric. Please, look at me right now,” Winry said with a tone
that was harsher than she had intended. “What makes you think anything would
happen? You may have your flaws, but you have never, not once, hurt me
intentionally. You would never do it to our child. When it comes to that Nina…
you can’t keep blaming yourself. You just said /no one/ knew about that man’s true intentions. You need to stop
carrying burdens that don’t belong to you.”

“It’s much easier said than done, Winry.” Ed growled, getting a bit
frustrated. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had happened because
he had been there when Tucker had been planning on everything. She hadn’t been
there, she couldn’t understand…

“Ed? Why do you think I really was so angry every time you showed up
with a broken automail?”

“Well, why?”

“Because all those times I felt I had failed you. Building your automail
was the only way I knew how to help you, and when I saw it had broken, I felt
useless. I felt I had betrayed you. I had failed to protect you. I felt I could
have done more… It’s really not that different from how you feel.”

“Oh…” he had never really thought about it from that point of view. It
was his turn to reassure her, so he said with a sad smile on his face:

“You didn’t fail me, though. I’m still right here.”

“I’m so happy you are,” Winry murmured and snuggled her head against his
chest.

“You know, Ed…” she continued with the earlier topic, “What happened,
happened, and you can’t change that. What you can change is your future. Our
future.” She blushed a bit when she added: “I just know that you are going to
be an amazing father.”

“How do you know that?” Ed asked, genuinely surprised by Winry’s
statement. Not having had a proper father figure, the young man was constantly
worried about not knowing how to be a father. But now his wife was saying he’d
be just fine?

“Because I’ve known you my entire life, you silly, and I know you’re
just petty enough to show everyone that you are not like your father,” Winry
tried to lighten the mood, and earned a pillow on her face.

“Hey! I’m not petty! I’ll show you!” he exclaimed, but instead of
starting a pillow fight, he threw the pillow away and it was Winry’s turn to get
pinned down (he did it carefully, though, because there was no way he’d hurt
the baby even by accident). He leaned his head close to hers and asked: “Well?
Still petty?”

“Not at all,” his wife rolled her eyes, but Ed ignored that and made her
a bit light-headed by kissing her with the amount of passion Edward Elric was
capable of.

“Thanks for cheering me up. You are pretty awesome. Sometimes,” he said
when he pulled away to get some air.

“And you are a big dumb-o,” Winry giggled and showed him her tongue.

“Why did you marry you?” he asked, but the gleam in his eyes told her he
wasn’t being serious at all.

“Believe me, I ask myself the same question every day. But whether you
like it or not, you are stuck with me… no, stuck with us, forever. And once the
baby grows up, I’m gonna teach it to kick your ass every time you start blaming
yourself for things that are not in your hands.”

“I’d like to see that,” Ed answered mischievously, and lifted Winry’s
night shirt a bit so he could see the little baby bump. “Hey little guy, did
you hear that?” he asked as he leaned to give it a light kiss. “Your mother is
threatening me.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Ed…”

“He needs to know the facts even before his birth.”

“He? How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. I am the one who transmuted him, after all.”

“Again with the alchemy terms… you nerd.”

“Gearhead.”

“You love this gearhead,” Winry said, though it was more of a question
than a statement.

“I do,” Ed answered without a second thought (he thanked the Truth for
learning to not blush every time he said that).

“Ugh, come here,” Winry said with a soft voice and Ed gave her stomach
one more kiss and rose from his spot, accepting Winry’s hug.

“I love you too, alchemy freak. And you know… I’m glad you told me what
you told tonight… I don’t want you to carry all of that inside you, alone, ever
again.”

“Thanks, Winry.” he said quietly, but the kiss that followed told her
more than he was ever able to tell with words.