Chapter 18 – Holding Back
Winry voiced none of her turmoil. She deftly fitted and replaced worn parts, inserting new springs with a skill that left little doubt she'd done more than wait on porches in his absence.
Ed knew she wrestled. "You've gotten better," he tried breaking the silence she had erected. "More Rush Valley training, huh?"
She didn't answer. Her fingers twisted a set of frayed wires, sending a jerk jolting down his spine.
"Does that hurt?" She asked detachedly, falling into mechanic-mode.
He answered with a sullen glare.
Winry bent the wires further and he choked on a yelp.
"A lot then?"