"EDWARD ELRIC!" Winry Rockbell's breathing became that of a person trying to control her anger, as she stared upon the boy she had known for so long.

"What?" Edward asked boredly, as if it were a normal event that happened every day of his life; this had succeeded in making Winry even more angered.

"AGAIN! How many time do I have to tell you to TAKE CARE OF YOUR AUTOMAIL!" She screamed furiously, bringing the wrench in her hand down to meet his skull, hard enough so that he was more than likely to have a large lump on his head for quite some time after that. Edward howled in pain, and she seemed pleased.

"WHAT THE HELL, WINRY!"

"YOU DESERVED IT!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO! NOW SIT DOWN SO I CAN FIX YOUR ARM!"

"WHY!"

"BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR! IT'S NEVER TO VISIT, ALWAYS BECAUSE OF YOUR AUTOMAIL!" Edward opened his mouth to say something else, but shut it quickly and sat down obediantly. Winry still looked a bit hurt; this made him feel bad as well.

He's so frustrating. Everytime he comes back home to us, he never has the time for visiting - it's always because of his arm. I don't mind working on it, don't get me wrong, but for once .. for once, I wish he would come home without his automail busted up for some reason or another. I wish he would come home just to be with us, even though I knew he would have to leave the next day. Granny, Den and I are always worried about him and Al, but he dosen't notice. He's so stupid, honestly.

Later that night, Winry wandered into the living room, finding Edward sprawled out on the couch, the blanket discarded on the floor beside him, leaving his body uncovered, and his stomach exposed to anyone who dared to look. Winry was originally downstairs to find something to drink, but any thoughts of that vanished as she saw him twitching from the slight tingling of his automail arm, which was put back into its socket only an hour ago. She tiptoed quietly over to her childhood friend and silently gathered the blanket from the floor into her arms, draping it over him. Still, however, she was unable to walk away, seeing him like this. Ed may have been sleeping peacefully to the untrained eye, but she could still see the tiny twitches of pain he showed in his face. Winry sat down on the side of the couch, watching him, making sure that it wasn't any more pain than usual. Without thinking, her hand reached out and brushed the wisps of blonde bangs away from his face gently. He stirred for a moment, then went back to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Ed .." Winry whispered quietly, before standing with the intentions of going back to her room. She couldn't do that, however; a warm hand had grabbed her arm loosely, causing her to turn around and stare into the golden eyes of her best friend. She smiled and sat back down, watching as Edward let go of her arm and fell asleep again, almost instantly.

She stayed by his side all night, eventually falling asleep herself.

He is frustrating, that's for sure. But if he wasn't, he wouldn't be the Edward that I know and love; just like Alphonse wouldn't be the same if he wasn't a gentle soul. He may never come just to visit, and he may break his automail more times than I can count ...

But it's times like these that make every little frustration from Edward all the more worthwhile.