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The lines of text had just begun to blur by the time she came in, the black letters bleeding together so badly that he was struggling to keep his eyes from crossing. She was wrapped in a blanket, the blue one she insisted on hand-washing, and her steps were just as soft as her hand on his shoulder.
"Ed." Her voice was almost indistinguishable from the sound of the rain, and Ed wondered how long she had been waiting for him to come to bed.
Feeling guilty, Ed glanced at the book, forming an excuse for being up so late. "Sorry, I just wanted to finish it before-"
Winry's hand slid down his arm to rest in the crook of his elbow, and she interrupted him with a seamlessness she only seemed to have when she was sleepy. "There's no need to rush anymore, Ed. Just come rest."
Ed breathed out, mulling over what she said before flipping the book closed. The black text disappeared underneath the cover, and he ran his hand through his hair as he realized how tired he was. "You're right." Turning to stand from the chair, Edward grabbed her hand before leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. "Let's go to bed."