"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
It didn't fool Al one bit when his brother tried to sneak into their dorm room long after curfew, but that didn't stop Ed from trying.
He can do the math; he knows that with two of them and only one of her, there's no good way for things to come out even.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.
More than once she thought she half-saw a face in the leaves, formed by a trick of light and shadow, and her steps grew languid and slow.