A/N: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I don't even own one measly manga.
For all of you who are praying for or worried about David Dabbs: He's doing much better. They didn't have to do the surgery they were supposed to do on Sunday because the swelling in his brain has gone down tremendosly. The bruise on his brain is also looking much better, and the doctors have raised his chances of survival to 90%. For you who have prayed for him, you have no idea what it meant to me, I think it's thanks to you he's doing so well.
After the funeral, he locked himself in his office for an hour. Although his subordinates were worried about him, they left him alone. After all, the man had just lost his best friend.
The funeral had been the hardest thing he had ever had to do. His emotional control, that wall he'd been building up since Ishbal, had broken down and his emotions had flowed freely. As his First Lieutenant had watched, he'd argued with a dead friend before breaking down into tears. Yes, it was certainly the most terrible thing he'd ever experienced. The only thing missing was the rain. He'd cried himself dry, but the sky had shed no tears. After an hour of staring at the locked door and listening to nothing but silence, Lieutenant Hawkeye grew frantic.
"He's been in there way to long," she muttered. "I'm going in."
"But Hawkeye," Furey said from behind her, "how'll you get in? The Colonel locked the door."
She smirked. "You underestimate me, Kain," she chuckled. She kicked the door off its hinges.
"Well, that works." Havoc muttered.
She walked quickly to his desk, where his chair was turned facing away from her. She turned it around so she could look at him. The man was a wreck. In one hand, he held a half-empty bottle of wine; and in the other, a framed picture of himself and his best friend. Maes was grinning his usual ridiculously silly grin, and Roy wore the same blank expression he always did. Maes had his hat raised slightly over his head and his arm around Roy's shoulders.
"We were idiots, weren't we?" Roy murmured softly. "Hell, who am I kidding? We still are, all of us. But that's part of what makes us human." Hawkeye nodded, fearing if she spoke her voice would reveal her own emotions. Roy spoke again, this time in a whisper.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way."