A/N: this is probably totally ooc but it's been sitting in word half finished for months now and i thought it was about time i finish it. set sometime post post the end. also this was edited/looked over by only me so hopefully there aren't any cringe-worthy mistakes. if there are it's all on me
He had been in the process of trying to brush through a truly terrible knot in his hair when she walked in. He had been about to throw the brush across the room, and by the look on her face she knew.
With a sigh, she walked over to him and snatched the brush out of his hand.
"What am I going to do with you Ed," she whispered.
He just slumped even farther in the chair he had been sitting on. He had every intention of telling her not to even bother trying to brush through it when he felt not the bristles of a brush on his scalp, but fingertips. He froze.
Sure, Winry had helped brush through his hair before, but that was years ago, and never with her fingers.
As her fingers worked through his hair he found himself leaning into her touch and letting out a content sigh.
"Marry me."
Her fingers stopped mid-tangle and he heard a sharp intake of breath.
Ed mentally kicked himself. He wasn't supposed to say that, at least not yet. But it was too late to back out now, she had heard him and there was nothing he could do to rewind time.
Taking a deep breath for strength, he slowly reached up to remove her hands from his hair, and without letting go of her hands turned to face her.
"Marry me, Winry," he spoke again.
All she did was look at him and nothing more. Her face gave nothing away; all she did was look up at him.
The longer she stayed silent the more anxious Ed was getting. He looked away from her and started to pull his hands away but was stopped, rather forcefully, by Winry.
He looked back at her and before he could say anything more, she pushed him down back into the chair in front of her and once more ran her fingers through his still tangled hair.
The silence from before was back but not as comfortable.
Slowly, she worked her fingers through the last knot and began gathering it all at the nape of his neck.
Using a hair tie from her wrist Winry tied his hair in place.
Rather than back away, as Ed had been expecting her to, she leaned forward, moved his ponytail over his left shoulder and gave him a soft kiss on the back of his neck.
Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders she whispered one word. Softly, meant for him and him alone.
"Yes."