Chapter 6 – All Wrong
Ed sat stiffly in the wooden chair she'd motioned him towards, his suitcase staying guardedly at his feet. Winry left him in the kitchen, citing the need for something more to wear.
He frowned. Around me at least.
There had been no hugs or teary smiles as he'd crossed the threshold into the house, just a murmur and pat for Den and a nod for him to follow. The dog now stared at the former state alchemist, cocking her head to the side and keeping her usually wagging tail still.
He wiped away sweaty bangs as he fought down panic.