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Alphonse was led somewhat awkwardly through the "final" part of the "adventure" by his brother. Ankles hit walls as they both tried to fit side by side going up steps and huddling in a small hallway.
"Can I take this blindfold off now?" Alphonse asked for the seventh time since Edward had rendered him blind.
"Not yet," Edward replied, trying to keep the excitement from bubbling up into his voice. "Trust me, we're close."
Alphonse mumbled something sounding like: "You said that twice already."
Edward had finally stopped guiding Alphonse. Light flashed onto his eyes as the blindfold was ripped off. He had gone from a hospital room to the quaint little room he was standing in now. The walls were wooden with some newly-dusted pictures hanging, and some paintings.
"This is your new bedroom," Edward said proudly. "I made everything in this room by myself, well, with Winry, but without alchemy!" He paused at Alphonse's silence. "Do you like it?"
"I love it Ed." Alphonse put his hand on the wall, and walked toward the bed, feeling everything in his path. The wooden walls were firm and a bit cold from the weather. The rug made his toes feel as if they were walking on pillows. The smell was newly cut wood, and wanted to savor each inhaling, but didn't want to sneeze in his perfect setting. His hands encountered the bed, and he felt the sheets between his fingers. He had done all of this at the hospital too, when senses had been a regained treasure, but this was different. This time, he felt a semblance of his brother, and some of Winry, within everything he touched.
Alphonse went to say something else, but a yawn escaped instead.
"Too much excitement for today, right?" Edward asked, bottling his excitement.
"No no no," Alphonse denied, yawning again. "Well, maybe, but I really like it!"
"I believe you, don't worry. This is a chance to try out the new bed."
Alphonse collapsed onto the bed, and it's plush body sent him to cloud nine. "Perfect."
"That's good. Now, I'm only one room over, so if you ever need me in the middle of the night, that's where I am. I've still got to get your stuff in though. No napping for me!" Edward went to close the door.
"Wait."
"What is it?"
"Don't close the door. I want to be able to hear you."
"Even if I'm all the way downstairs?"
"Wherever you are in the house. I want to be able to hear you. It helps me sleep, I don't know–"
"Whatever you say Al. Welcome back."
Alphonse was out before Edward even finished.
Edward smiled and left.
The door stood open, waiting for wafting sounds of brothers and smells of many dinners to come, for kids with cats and adults alike to run through. It was an object of many memories, happier ones, and represented the outlook of a better life:
Open to love.