'He's not completely useless', said a passing thought at the back of her mind.
On days like these, when the sun seemed to vanish when no one was looking, and the rain poured heavily and mercilessly from the clouds, and the bitterly cold air filled and surrounded the city, he had something that he was supposed to be doing. Of course he did. He had a purpose, although, he was totally unaware of this purpose. On days like these, he was not expected to create a spark from his fingers or to ignite a single flame. Everyone knew that. But there was certainly something expected of him. An unconscious expectation.
It's not that the Lieutenant minded walking home alone. She didn't mind one bit. She also didn't mind walking alongside her superior. Colonel Roy Mustang. She didn't mind when he insisted they walk together on days like these. She didn't mind his umbrella being held over the both of them, despite her holding her umbrella in her hand. She didn't mind his unnecessary babbling about whatever subject came to his mind. And she of course, she didn't mind what she was most grateful for on days like these—the warmth of her Colonel. His presence was something that she had grown used to on days like these. The warmth of his presence could fill any empty hole it could find within the Lieutenant. She expected this. She always expected this unconscious feeling. She expected it when she noticed the sky darkening. She expected it when the rain started to fall to the ground of the city. She expected it when she saw the Colonel pulling out his umbrella.
'He's not completely useless', said a passing thought at the back of Riza Hawkeye's mind.