"Come in! It's so great to see you again," The honey haired boy beamed at the figure, as he clicked the front door shut, snapping out the frigid snow peppered breeze.
"Please, sit!" He offered enthusiastically, taking the coat and hat of his guest, a dark haired young man about his age, who smiled, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Alphonse clicked his tongue, and doted maternally over the other boy who had no apparent need to respond to anything; content with simply letting Al ramble on about the weather, and how the Rockbells were doing, and that he hoped Wrath's apprenticeship was going well, and Wrath simply nodded, dreamily settling in to the comfort of the tiny kitchen.
"Have some tea. It will warm you up!" Al insisted, sliding a blue mug across the table for Wrath to sip on, as he continued happily chatting as he busied himself inspecting the cupboards for the right ingredients to make a spare meal. Wrath tapped the handle of his mug, and took large swallows.
He was a homunculus; the cold weather didn't affect him at all; neither did the warm tea, but in a world as figuratively frigid as he knew, the offering itself was warmth enough for a lifetime.