" remember all the times i made excuses to visit your apartment? " his voice is soft and amused; sipping his apple cider as they watch the snow fall together outside his window. she's always welcome in his hometown, always a special part as rooted as the trees to the little village that houses a life's worth of memories still going.
" i'm glad i did. can you imagine if mustang and i were like that? gives me the creeps. er, no offense. i wasn't used to the central cold with my automail. now i just have one. you'd heap all these blankets on me." he laughs a lower register than his teens; still so young, but so wise, so uncannily wise ever since he left the gate for the final time. those same golden eyes searching her face for a smile however little, his own wide enough for both of them. / @farginen