A/N: Fluff! Yay! .

Disclaimer: Me no own characters. Just the hat.

"Um... Winry?" the armoured boy mewled, bashfully poking his head through the doorway, "Do you have a minute?"

"Sure, Al. What's up?" She cheerily sang, swinging herself 180 degrees from her desk to face her guest.

"It's nothing big," he offered, holding his hands in front of himself in preemptive apology, as he was often known to do, "But..."

He fished a few screws from the pocket strapped to his leg and Winry immediately understood upon their appearance.

"No problem!" She declared, immediately fetching a screwdriver.

"Sorry, about this," Alphonse half laughed, scratching the back of his helmet, not out of any real necessity, "But I slipped on the garden stairs, and I can't seem to reach my shoulder to put them back."

"Jeez, Al. You need to be more careful. You're getting to be too much like your brother." She chided, twirling tool between her fingers with an expertise most girls her age reserve for mascara application, "Looks like you're missing a couple. I'll see if I have any in my drawer."

She worked joyfully, making light conversation, which Al listened to, not just dutifully, but eagerly, asking questions, and joking. He was a bit dissapointed when she was finished; several hours too quickly for his taste.

Edward had told him once that sometimes he and Winry had had their deepest conversations in the midst of automail repair. He'd said, in a manner that was uncharacteristically introspective, that she seemed to shed something from the reservation she kept when she felt the need to be nice all the time. Al just nodded, and said he understood, but he really didn't. He wished he could. He wanted that too. He was jealous, even.

"... Is there something else?" the mechanic inquired, as Al remained still in his seat for longer than he should have.

"Uh- no. Sorry for taking your time. ... Thanks." He got up and left, allowing the girl to return to her other work.

He would have to make it longer next time.

...Maybe losing a foot wouldn't be so bad...