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He let go of his steadying hold on Mustang and clutched his blanket tighter around him, a vain effort to hide his shriveled body and his shaking knees.

Would no one say anything?

Tentative footsteps shuffled right in front of him. He froze, listening.

Then he smelled it: sunshine and clean air and citrus. He smelled his childhood, when everything was perfect and he and Al and Winry played outside all day, running through the fields and swimming in the lake until the sun had set and the day ended, only to start again the next morning. He smelled summer and grass and freedom and peace, like stepping out of this nightmare and into a wonderful dream.

Winry smelled like home.

from 's "Stairway to Paradise", Chapter 12

Description
He let go of his steadying hold on Mustang and clutched his blanket tighter around him, a vain effort to hide his shriveled body and his shaking knees.

Would no one say anything?

Tentative footsteps shuffled right in front of him. He froze, listening.

Then he smelled it: sunshine and clean air and citrus. He smelled his childhood, when everything was perfect and he and Al and Winry played outside all day, running through the fields and swimming in the lake until the sun had set and the day ended, only to start again the next morning. He smelled summer and grass and freedom and peace, like stepping out of this nightmare and into a wonderful dream.

Winry smelled like home.

from 's "Stairway to Paradise", Chapter 12