He was dead. He was sure of it. Or, he was going to be dead once he found him. And then it would be all over. There would be itty bitty pieces of him sticking to the walls.
He only wished that Al would stop laughing. But his baby brother was betraying him! He was going to leave him to fry – how unfair was that?
And he knew he was quite literally going to be fried as well. Deep dish fried. Like a fish. Grilled even, maybe slightly charred.
He was dreading the moment he stepped foot through the door. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Under no circumstances was he coming out of there alive.
"Al," he turned to his traitorous baby brother, "You will make sure my funeral is nice, right?"
Al looked at him seriously. "Yes, Brother. I'll make it nice."
Ed looked at him dubiously before he marched into the office.
Ed watched his commanding officer warily. He wasn't quite sure what the man was going to do. He had been warned after all. But he hadn't meant to! That must count for something! He slanted his eyes over. Apparently not. The man was watching him with a cool calculating look.
When the man did speak, it was quite cool with a hint of…something…was that amusement?
"Fullmetal."
Ed slouched lower into the couch. "Yes?" he was aware he was nearly squeaking.
"I thought we agreed we'd try not to cause anymore incidents since this was your last mission."
Ed tried to press himself even further into the couch.
"Not to mention that little talk we had?"
Ed made a face and grunted his agreement as he fiddled with his belt.
The man sighed and shuffled the report behind some others.
"If only you would try to be a bit more careful, you're going to have to be, you're not in the military anymore." He signed the release paper and stuck it behind the report.
"I did!" Ed insisted. "I did try! I was being so careful and then, all of a sudden it just…collapsed?"
Mustang shook his head, amusement lighting his face even as he got up out of his chair.
"Well, I assume your report will collaborate with the lieutenant colonels who was there as well?"
"It should," Ed agreed grumpily.
"Well then, I think that's all."
Ed stood up and stretched. "I'll see you later, Colonel."
"Good day, Fullmetal."
As Ed reached for the door handle, a hand closed around his and turned him around, "I don't think that I can wait until later to see you."
Ed let his eyes slide closed as the man kissed him slowly. "Hmmm." He agreed.
He felt the hand on his back press him closer. "I missed you," was whispered against his mouth.
"Didn't mean for it to take so long, but it was an accident."
Breathless now, and entirely too focused on what was happening between them to tell the man to stop.
Roy wasn't very helpful in that aspect either. He was too interested in kissing the younger man.
Ed pushed him away with a little too much force. "I'm leaving tonight. I'll send you a message when I get to Risembool."
He ran his hand through his hair and retied his braid.
Roy let the boy's arm fall as he backed away, resuming his cool façade. "Well."
"We never would have worked. You know it, I know it. So why put ourselves through something like that? We're lucky that we didn't go farther." Ed sighed as he spoke.
"I don't know if I love Winry, but she loves me, and I figure I should give us a try before I stick with something."
Ed looked back his hand on the door. "We'll be routing for you, Colonel. And one day you'll get that five hundred and twenty cenz."
The door closed with a click behind him and Mustang was left staring at it silently.
"Good bye, Edward," he whispered as he watched the young man walked across the parade ground and to the gates. "I hope you're happy now…"