Is it considered common courtesy to reply to all of ones reviews?

Just curious.

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Hawkeye watched him go, surprised. Then she abruptly got up and followed him. "It isn't what I want to believe, Colonel. I want to believe its more than that." She admitted softly.

Roy was quiet for a moment. "It is. Didn't I say that?"

Hawkeye sat down beside him, giving him a weak smile. "I've seen many things that have led me to think that it might've been that way for awhile, but I tend to dismiss them for fear of being wrong." She touched his cheek lightly with a hand, then stroked the side of his face. "You have no idea how happy I am to know I wasn't wrong at all."

Roy smiled weakly, though he had no idea she was too. "I'm surprised you doubted such a thing." He raised a hand up and placed it on top of hers. "I never doubted where your heart was."

The touch of his hand was electric, yet warm. Her smile broadened, then her hand slipped away and she hugged him, though it hurt her neck a little to do so.

Roy hugged her as well. He opened his eyes or would've if they hadn't been open already. His hug tightened. "I can't see you." He said, clearly upset by this. It was why he hated being blind the most.

"You'll be able to soon, sir."

"But then I won't be here with you. Equivalent exchange has been screwing me over a lot lately."

Hawkeye pulled away, but left her hands resting on his shoulders. "You can't have both, not yet at least."

Roy smiled a little. "I never could've. That's why I never said anything before."

"Sir, I know you couldn't say anything. That's why I never said anything myself."

"And you shouldn't now... but I won't blame you if you do."

"I already have, sir, like you." Hawkeye got up then to take care of the dishes that had been left on the table.

"I meant more so." Roy said and leaned forward to kiss her just to fall over on the couch. "You moved elsewhere, didn't you?"

"I'm in the kitchen, sir."

"Of course." Roy sat back up and sighed, resting his chin in his hand.

She cleaned up the dishes and put them away. It didn't take her long to do so. "I'm sorry. I thought you heard me leave." Hawkeye came back over to him. "I'll make a note to make more noise when I move." She sat down, curling her legs up under her so she could face him. "I'm here now Colonel."

"Or you could just announce it like you just did. Or you could always stay by my side." Roy smiled, hoping he was directing that smile at her.

"You know I'm rarely ever far from you."

"True. That's just the way I like it though." Roy felt out with his hand and placed it on top of hers.

She turned her hand over and held his.

"I'm happy that you know now how I feel. I almost lost you on the Promised Day. I wouldn't want you to die not knowing." He said.

Hawkeye leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss.

Roy grinned. "Are we going to do this Lieutenant? Are we going to spend this week together?"

"I already thought we were, sir."

"Well... I meant- " Roy laughed. "Yes. We are." He leaned in, letting her know to kiss him. He knew that if he tried to kiss her he'd likely get her eye.

She looked at him, taking a brief second to savor this moment. Then she leaned in and kissed him, ignoring the pain it put her neck in to turn it.

Roy raised his free hand up and placed it gently on her cheek. He was really enjoying this. He even forgot he was blind until he pulled away and opened his eyes. Damn. I wish I could see her face right now, because that was awesome. Roy felt his heart pounding in excitement.

Hawkeye embraced him, wincing as the movement caused a sharp pain in her neck when she turned it again. She let him go, putting a hand where the bandages were as she moved away. It didn't feel wet, so she hadn't broken her stitches. She realized she would have to be more careful though.

"Riza? I hold your hand, you hug me, and then you move away. Are you going to keep repeating this cycle?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I forget it hurts my neck when I hug you. That's why I move away."

Roy sighed. "Maybe its a sign then."

She frowned a little. "Colonel, don't be ridiculous."

"I don't think I am." He stood.

"You don't believe in God, you don't believe in superstition, but my sore neck is a sign that you shouldn't do this? Just say it for what it is. You don't want to risk it." Hawkeye said coldly, hurt beyond belief he'd do this to her now after all they'd been through and when just moments ago they had given in to their feelings for once and even shared their first kiss.

"Risking it? Risking what? What do I risk by kissing you that isn't already at risk from me being blind?" Roy asked sternly. He rubbed his forehead and winced at the sharp pain in his hand. "It just... feels... I don't know!" Roy walked from the room and went into her bedroom.

If its not because he's afraid of losing his career, what is it then? Hawkeye worried. She was afraid. Did sharing that kiss make Roy realize he didn't love her after all? She couldn't think of any other reason for this.

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Roy had a deep feeling in his gut telling him something was wrong. He knew what it was. He had spent so much of his time telling himself not to do anything with Hawkeye that it was hardwired into him. Being so close to her felt wrong, more wrong than right. He stayed in her bedroom for awhile, then went back to the couch and laid down on it.

Hawkeye did her duty of staying by him, but she didn't say a word to him. As it started to get late, she went and made him dinner. She, herself, wasn't hungry.

Roy ate without a word, then went back to the couch and laid down on it to get some sleep.

A hand brushed the side of his face, then rested on his chest. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" Hawkeye spoke softly, sounding sad.

Roy sighed softly. "Its me. I'm not used to... us."

"Well, I'm not either, sir."

"Oh... " Roy said, further disappointed.

"If you want to take things more slowly, that's okay, but please don't shut me out completely."

Roy turned his head away. " ...I- I'm... I'm confused. I don't know what I want."

The hand on his chest suddenly went away and her soft footsteps retreated to her room.

Roy sat up, but realized he couldn't watch her go, so he laid back down. He tried to fall asleep, but couldn't. After an hour or so, he got up and walked over to Hawkeye's bedroom door and pressed an ear against it to hear if she was awake. There was silence. Roy bowed his head and went back to the couch.

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Feeling miserable, Hawkeye didn't eat that morning, but like last night, she made something for Roy. He couldn't see her, but her eyes were red from a lack of sleep and she hadn't bothered to brush her hair. Because of his failure to reassure her, Hawkeye was certain he'd shut her out. Completely. They would just be superior and subordinate. A part of her felt dead inside. All she had left to live for now seemed to be helping to rebuild Ishbal and see Roy become fuhrer, but there was no longer a future after that. She watched as Roy sat down. She ached to have him hold her and tell her he was mistaken, that of course he loved her. I promise I won't move away, sir, no matter how much my neck hurts. I promise. She promised silently and pointlessly. He wasn't going to hold her.

Roy had indeed decided to keep their relationship professional. For if not, he would treat her unfairly in the workplace. Giving her a day off just because they were together or not giving her one just for appearances sake because they were together. He still longed to be with her. He loved her. He wondered as he ate if he was still just afraid of being with her for no reason, when he realized he could only hear himself eating. "Are you eating too Lieutenant?"

"No, sir." She said quietly.

"Why not?" He stopped eating.

"I'm not hungry, sir."

" ..." Did she not sleep last night either? She should at least eat. he wasn't about to order her to though. "You better eat lunch at least. How are you supposed to take care of me when you aren't taking care of yourself?"

"I need time to heal. I can and will continue to take care of you though." She said after a brief moment.

Roy got up. He knew that was aimed at him. He went to the couch.

"So you're angry at me now?"

"No." Roy said, sounding angry. "I just wish you would understand."

She was pretty sure she did understand though. He didn't want her to love him, didn't want to hear her mention it or talk about how hurt she was by him. he wanted everything- their love, their care for each other- to be gone. Hawkeye stayed in her chair for the longest time, holding back tears and trying to get a hold of herself while all the while being silent so she wouldn't further anger him.

Roy wished Hawkeye would come over and cuddle up close to him, but instead she was quiet, staying in the kitchen. He almost thought she had left, until he finally heard her move. He sighed, closing his eyes. He tried to fall asleep.

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I hate to end it like this! But here's the next chapter for you. Third chapter will be up Tuesday maybe. I won't make any promises.