Chapter 24 - Pretend
He knew he was dreaming, but didn't care—these altered-memory kinds were his favorite. Winry fussed over his automail arm, muttering as screws flew past her shoulders. Dangling blonde absently tickled his chest. There was no pain as she tinkered, only a contentedness that sank his frame.
"You should be more careful," she shot him a frown that tried for cross.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he gave her a long, serious look. "I'm sorry."
She paused in her repairs, hearing his amusement and defiance. "Oh?" A smile started. "How much?"
He grinned at the invitation. "I'll show you."