Ed was just waiting. He had decided to go back to Resembol to pay a visit to Winry, and maybe even get fixed while he was at it. Of course Winry was happy to see him –after throwing a wrench at him and cursing him out for not visiting sooner—apparently all was fine. Pinako had even made the two dinner, before leaving to make a house call. The two were left to eat in silence. It was only a matter of time until she said something.
"Edward," The colic at the top of his head stood up in fear. Here it comes.
"You didn't drink you milk."
"You drink it, it tastes like vomit." He muttered under his breath.
"That can't be the only reason you don't like milk, Ed. So just spill." Winry had gone to polish the new automail leg she had made for him; after all, he was due for repairs soon.
"Come off it Winry. Its none of you business anyway." He said lying back on the couch. He always thought that Pinako had the worst taste in furniture, but at least it was soft.
Winry was getting annoyed. "Edward! Just drink the damn milk—" she stopped short, watching him snore away on the couch. She sighed and then subconsciously decided to try again when he woke up (he was much easier to argue with then).
"Brother! Brother wait!" Al chased him. Ed and Al had decided to stay out late; their mother had called them back for supper using a lamp that shone across the dark canvas of night from the second story window of their home. Only by cheating did Ed win their race home.
After finishing dinner, Ed had to stand up to his mortal enemy: a glass of milk. He and milk had never gotten along, and he didn't exactly enjoy the idea of a drink that came out of a cow's utters. But with a warm smile, his mother always made him drink it. No one else had that effect on him. Maybe he was just a momma's boy, but he loved his mother too much for her to be stressed over him not drinking his milk…even if he never did grow an inch.
After she died, milk just became an awful memory of what was and would never be. He couldn't drink it, because then he'd remember something it had taken years for him to forget.
"Edward." He heard Winry's voice trying to rouse him from his sleep although with a mocking tone. She was dangling a milk bottle in front of his face. He wasn't amused, so instead of dealing with her taunting for the rest of the day, he snatched the glass from her hands and while dismissing the vision of his mother (and cow utters), drank the whole bottle in one gulp. He couldn't help but make a face just to prove the fact that he didn't enjoy it.
Winry was indeed shocked; she figured it would take a bit more provoking on her end. Next time she'll just drug him to save herself the trouble. She smiled at him. It was a warm smile that reminded him of his mother. He smiled back then turned green and ran into the bathroom.
"What's his problem?" Winry voiced aloud while watched him shut the door. Followed by her comment, she heard him vomiting. She looked at the bottle she just gave him and turned it around. Her eyes bugged out at what she saw.
"Sorry Ed," she said knocking on the door. "I didn't check the expiration date first.
"I am never-"she heard him retching between his words. "EVER drinking milk again."
All Winry was wondering about was why she had a month old bottle of milk in her fridge.