Another empty day fades to grey.
The far off rustling of papers, fuzzy words spoken by empty voices and empty eyes that gazed at him with empty emotions.
A month ago today, all the color in his world faded. Nothing since has broken past the shell of his apathy. Still professional, always the professional, but completely empty.
Fuzzy words invaded his mind once again.
"Colonel, sir… It's time to leave." Another empty voice.
The dark haired man slowly raised his head, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and barely managed to stifle a yawn. A stoic mask (was it still a mask? He had long forgotten) painted his face as he opened his eyes to see Hawkeye looking down at him from the other side of his desk. Empty eyes, empty emotions.
"Sir, it's nearly midnight, everyone else has gone home. You should as well, get some sleep someplace other than your desk."
"Of course, Lieutenant." with that, he gathered his things and left the military offices, just to step outside into a different arrangement of grey.
Talking to himself under his breath as he frequently did, Roy ascended the stairs to his apartment. "Get a grip on yourself, Roy. You're in the military. You lose men all the time."
But not men like Ed.
"Fullmetal wasn't an exception, nothing special."
Oh, but he was very special.
"You'll get over it."
You'll get over him.
"Probably."