Chapter 52 – Mental Scars
Half of him never wanted to wake; the other half knew he was flirting close to a delusional diagnosis. Extended stays in prison cells did that. His subconscious had saved him once, but now he needed to break free—after imperative information was gleaned.
"Why don't you let Ox-Boy share your bedroom?" He watched the version of Winry entirely from his imagination as she flicked a glance upward.
Chewing her lip, a habit she'd done when younger, but now seemed to have abandoned, answered, "I'm still holding out hope? You were the one I always wanted to wake up beside."
