She’d come to check if he’d heard anything about new commissions for her shop and bring some pie by as thanks for his part in her ability to keep her livelihood, even if it was at Ed’s request. It had been a while since the last; a payment towards her mortgage would be due soon and she was short this month. Business had been slow.
The door had been left ajar when she’d gone to knock at it. That alone was cause for concern in a military man’s home. Whether it was out of habit or courtesy, Winry rapped lightly at the wood with her knuckles anyway.
Hesitantly, the blonde pushed through the door and the sound of running water caught her attention. She called for him again but there was no response; only the shower and the muffled sound of a man sobbing. Closing the door behind her, she made her way through the rooms to knock lightly at the bathroom door, again asking for him, her concern making itself known in her voice.
”Mister Mustang, I’m coming in, alright?”
In the almost twelve years since she’d first met the man, Winry’s disdain for him had long since faded, being replaced with a fondness that one might have for an uncle. She’d never seen Roy Mustang as anything less than a rock; strong and sturdy. To hear his broken voice and see him so undone made her heart clench.
“Oh God, what happened to you?”