Gloved fingers drummed forcefully upon the solid wood of his desktop.
He couldn't let go of what Maes had said earlier, as much as he would have liked to. Roy couldn't help but think that the reason he was still stuck on this idea was that there was a hint of truth to his words.
A gloved hand flew to his forehead, grasping at the roots of his hair.
"You're wrong," Roy muttered from behind his palm.
"What, you're still thinking about that?"
Roy gave a gloved gesture that was a tad indecent.
"I stand by what I said, Roy. Getting to know the kid makes me feel like I've gotten to know what you were like at his age" He paused, scratching his chin as he studied Roy. "Which means you haven't changed much. You're still a brat."
