Theme: General
Word Count: 188
Rating: PG
He sat behind his desk. It had been some time already and there he sat, staring blankly at the open door that Al had escaped out of. What on Earth had just happened? Surely Al was jesting. He could not see the honey-blonde saying such a thing. "He is eighteen…" Roy murmured, reminding himself. Al merely looked fourteen.
"But that doesn't change anything!" he reassured himself, glancing back down at his paperwork. "It would be completely inappropriate."
"Who are you speaking to, Sir?" Riza Hawkeye asked, cleaning her gun as she entered the office and sat down at her little desk Roy had appropriated for her.
"No one in particular." He said back serenely. "Just another confession." He told her, waving his hand has if simply waving it off. Riza smiled a little, in an approving manner. After all, she didn't want to give up her favorite Brigadier-General to anyone even if she had yet to confess to him, herself.
They went on in perfectly comfortable silence, just working until a certain honey-blonde teen's brother entered the room in a fit of rage…