"Riza… Riza, wake up."

Riza opened her eyes, then shut them immediately.

"Dammit," she whispered under her breath. "This wasn't supposed to happen." She put her arm up over her eyes, but Roy could see the tears leak out from under. "I thought I could blame it all on the wine, and I wouldn't remember a thing, but that didn't make things better, so I'm telling you the truth: I'm sorry."

"You're sorry about the kiss?" Roy wanted to know.

Riza nodded and croaked, "Yes."

Roy smiled gently. "Don't be. That wasn't anything to regret. You can be sorry about anything else, but never for that kiss."

Not taking her arm off her eyes, Riza sniffed, "Why not?"

"Because…" Roy sighed. "Because I knew that if I didn't stop it myself, I would go too far, and regardless of who wanted what, I would've won out."

Riza, who had taken her hand off of her eyes and was looking very surprised, admitted, "I would've gladly kept on that track with you. Lying to myself about right and wrong seemed to be the thing to do right then."

"For that brief instant, that was my choice, too. I guess I've just ruined too much to be that carefree," Roy speculated.

"You don't think…" Riza's eyes widened. "I haven't gone past that point, have I?"

Roy shook his head. "Usually, the drinking happens before that." He sat down on the foot of the bed.

"Somehow, hearing that from you is the most and least reassuring thing at the same time," Riza informed him.

"Yeah, I get that a lot from you," joked Roy. "But I'm also usually the one causing problems."

Sitting up, Riza made a shoo-ing motion. "Out. I need to change. Don't give me that look- you were the one who said I wouldn't be able to stop you, so you need to stop yourself, and I'd rather not test that right now if it's all the same to you."

Roy mock-saluted and walked out. "You don't mind if I make breakfast, do you?"

"If I had to work today, I would," Riza's muffled reply stated. Suddenly suspicious, she asked, "Did you just suddenly decide to take a personal day, too?"

"Now what would give you an idea like that?" Roy smirked. "I'm always late, aren't I?"

Riza conceded, "Well, yes… but it's already a quarter to ten. You should probably get in."

Cursing, Roy ran to the door. "Rain check on the breakfast?" he called, shoving his shoes on his feet.

"My next day off," she replied.

"When would that be?" Roy wanted to know.

"I don't know yet. It depends on how much I have to do in the next few weeks. I can take only one day a month, you know," Riza informed him, emerging from her room.

Roy cursed again, and, as Riza was about to shut the door, he kissed her. "You're worth everything to me. Don't forget that." He left.

Riza slowly ambled out to the kitchen, grabbed the wine, and stuck it in the trash. "I don't need you anymore for times like last night. I've got someone who cares more about me. I'm glad he got to me before you did. I might just invite you to the wedding, though."

END

A/N: Gee, I hope that wine wasn't expensive… That's kind of an inside joke though. If you know how expensive wine gets sometimes, throwing it away isn't the best thing for your pocketbook.

Note how they never actually say, "I love you". I was intending to imply that they knew.

I like the words I chose to end it, but I don't like the ending in general. I should've ended it at the sobbing, but I tacked that last part on so that the people who want closure can get it.