Written for Cass's prompt a serious fic that has something to do with air; a wrench should be thrown. Apologies for not making it to the "air" bit.
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Ed is used to dodging flying tools. After years of gauging Winry's anger level, he's an expert at what he likes to call "relocation for the purpose of escaping bodily harm," also known by Winry as "running for his life, the coward!"
He's less skilled at evading her questions, especially difficult ones like "Were those flowers from you?" and "Do you remember how we used to play wedding, and Al would be the best man?"
Of course the flowers were from him, and of course he remembers their make-believe games. But explaining that he sent her roses to apologise for leaving (again) is really hard, almost as hard as saying he hopes Al will have his body back before he proposes to Winry.
So he shrugs when she asks, and doesn't say anything at all. She looks sad, and he knows there'll be lilies on her doorstep in a few days, his apology wilting in the sun.