[ he doesn't expect anyone to be up at this hour -- usually everyone is safely tucked away into bed, resting. especially Alphonse. he hears motion behind him, but it's the voice that surprises him most of all. ]
Winry?
[ he turns, looking at her in the early dawn light. ] Good morning. [ it's the first time he's not here for a quick visit, that he isn't throwing his automail at her in a frenzy to be fixed, only to leave when she was sleeping off her exhaustion. no, this is different. ]
Must be weird, huh, having us back for good? I bet you're tired of us, already. [ count on Ed to cover up the strange sorrow, anxiety, joy... whatever that feeling was, with humor. ]
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Winry?
[ he turns, looking at her in the early dawn light. ] Good morning. [ it's the first time he's not here for a quick visit, that he isn't throwing his automail at her in a frenzy to be fixed, only to leave when she was sleeping off her exhaustion. no, this is different. ]
Must be weird, huh, having us back for good? I bet you're tired of us, already. [ count on Ed to cover up the strange sorrow, anxiety, joy... whatever that feeling was, with humor. ]