on me." Not when the situation was so dire. It was cruel to have her take care of his 'battle damages', but in the known and unknown world, there was no one else he trusted in to take care of his shortcomings.

voice called out to him.

"I'm not a kid anymore." His words were given with a tired delivery, but the playful stubbornness didn't leave him.

His arms stretched up and he glanced back at her with a crooked smirk. "If you want to help me, go to bed first. I can't have /my/ mechanic falling asleep—

Two in the morning and his forehead was pressed against his organic knuckles whilst his golden gaze remained focused onto nothing else but the material found on a recent battle site. Could this be a clue? Or a distraction? The whirlwind made of his thoughts didn't stop, not until Winry's gentle—

It's way easier to hold her up now, even succumb to the moment by having her thighs press to his sides. "Depends." Smirk. "If you bake me something that'll keep me around."

Catch! Spin!