Chapter 8 – Mistake
Winry's voice broke his careful study.
"Hmm?" Ed lifted from the damningly-long, bare legs folded neatly against her chair. They were half-hidden by her wrap, but far more exposed than he'd ever seen.
She tried again. "How was Creta?"
The question was light and conversational – not disinterested, but not as eager as he would have expected after such an absence.
She sipped her tea, looking over inquiringly. The whole thing smacked of politeness.
My answer matters as little as I now do.
The realization singed. He bit back a sigh, fully feeling the situation's gravity.
I really should have called.
A/N: Week of April 25, 2015: 8 chapters posted (To stir some interest!)