AN- This one started out as something else, but somehow turned into Mustang. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I wasn't exactly sure how long I'd laid there in the field, my head pillowed by stone. Guessing by the ache in my neck, longer than I'd intended.
"And then," I said, waving my hands around like a maniac to try and convey how insane the situation really was, "he just leaped out of the tree like he was in some action film, swinging down on a rope and everything! Landed right on our target's back. Boy was he surprised- could you imagine looking up and seeing a seven foot tall, shirtless man of pure muscle flying down at you?" I sighed and laughed, wiping tears from my eyes. "I'm telling you, it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. I mean look at me! Just thinking about it and I'm crying, for pete's sake. You should have been there."
He was silent, as always, but I could almost hear his voice just the same. I swiped at my eyes again, but the tears kept coming.
"You should have been there, dammit." I ran a hand through my hair and then reached up above my head, pressing lightly against the engraved letters. "It's been a year, you know. A year since I picked up the phone and you weren't there. You wouldn't believe what happened." I paused, not sure if I could bring myself to give him the full rundown, not currently at least. I also knew I didn't have to, yet. After all, it wasn't like he was going anywhere.
"I'll have to tell you later. This isn't exactly a story where you can just quit in the middle." I heaved a sigh and tapped my ungloved hand against his name in the stone. "Not that that stopped you.
"You should have been there, Hughes."
