"Is this a new habit of yours," Ed whispered, "going through my stuff?"
He shifted as gently, crawling under the mass of warm covers, trying not to disturb Winry's even breathing. The Central Hotel grandfather clock pointed at twenty past two a.m.
No rest for the wicked but this one sinner insists on lying down and playing possum until Al wakes him to start early on his report.
"I was scared that you … that you weren't coming back."
She tucked her head under his chin and nuzzled closer to his chest. He tugged away the red travelling cloak she'd wrapped around her shivering body in his absence. Edward replaced the empty sleeves with his own arms and soothingly rubbed her back in a circular motion. The moonlight slipping in from the high window illustrated dried encrusted lines down her face.
"Mission took longer than expected. Sorry."
Two whole bloody days longer than expected.
"It's okay." Winry conceded. She sighed and lifted her upper body leaning on her arms. "Sorry for stealing your bed. I'll go to my room."
"It's okay," Ed pulled her back down. "You can stay."
"We're paying for two hotel rooms," she said without much conviction.
"It's fine. I'm comfortable like this."
Winry nodded and lay back down. Edward felt like his heart should have been beating faster when she pressed against him but was too lethargic to do anything but close his eyes, breath deeply and mumble "Don't mention this to Al" before falling asleep.