Home

Winry laid on her stomach and studied him in the bit of light that shone from her little lamp on the desk across the room. Edward took up most of the room in the small bed, but she didn't mind, she was just happy he was home, alive and safe and in one piece.

She took a few strands of his hair between her thumb and forefinger and ran them along the length that was splayed out on the pillows. She always loved his hair. They called it blond because that was the best word to describe the color, but that didn't do it justice. Her hair was blond, Riza's was blond, Ed's…Ed's was different. It was like finely spun gold, slightly lighter than his eyes, and it shone. When they were younger she was jealous of his hair. He didn't take care of it, only washed it whenever he took the time to bathe and then he only used whatever soap was laying around, never worried about shampoo, but his hair was always beautiful. She shook her head and laughed at how she used to tell him that such nice hair was wasted on a filthy boy.

Then her eyes went to torso and all the scars that covered his body. She'd made a conscious effort not to look for scars when she was repairing his auto mail over the years. She knew every new one would make her worry about him more. Winry's eyes watered as she noticed all the obvious cuts and the huge round scar on his lower left side. If this is what she could see in this tiny bit of dim light, what would she see in the broad light of day.

She clinched her eyes tight and held her head down to fight back the tears. When she opened them again they landed on the huge scar that circled his right shoulder as the border between his body and his arm. That arm that now seemed so foreign on his body. She was used to seeing auto mail there that she'd worked on for hours with loving care. She always did an expert job, but anything she did for Ed was always extra special.

She reached out and touched his arm lightly, rubbing her hand across the skin that was noticeably a different color than the rest of him. That was nothing a little time out in the sun wouldn't fix.

"Hey" he mumbled "how would you like it is I surveyed you while you were trying to sleep?"

"I-I wasn't doing anything like that." she lied. She could of sworn he was asleep.

He smiled, his eyes still closed "Don't lie. You were playing in my hair now you're groping at my arm. It's not auto mail anymore you know, you can't just take it apart and tinker with it." Ed opened his eyes and his smile disappeared quickly "Hey. Why are you crying? Don't do that."

"It's not funny you stupid jerk."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up so that they were closer "I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean anything by it." He stretched his arm out again "Look. My arm is here and it's not going anywhere ever again. I still have a leg you get to take apart." he joked awkwardly.

She buried her face in his chest "It's not funny."

"I know it's not." he rubbed his hand down her back "It's okay. It's all okay. I'm home."