Don't Spill Your Drink
Disclaimer~ Not mine.
A/N~ We all know Denny can be a bit… emotional.
In the end, Denny was still pretty pissed off.
"Why was I lied to?" He asked Maria for the umpteenth time.
"I told you," she reminded him with a roll of her dark eyes. "You shouldn't feel so bad, I made them promise not to tell my parents, either. Careful, you're about to slosh your drink all over my new carpet!"
Denny paced around the living room of Maria's cramped new apartment in Central. He'd come by with a bottle of wine as a housewarming gift, but had ended up being too twitchy to sit down.
"I thought you died a shame-filled, horrible death at the hands of the Colonel, only to find—" He paused. "Did you say 'either'?"
Maria blushed and smiled into her wine glass. "I told Colonel Mustang and his subordinates… not to tell my parents. And then I wrote to Lieutenant Hawkeye in code, asking her to include you on that list."
"Why?"
"I needed to protect the people I love," she set her glass on the cheap wooden table. "That includes you, Denny."
Second Lieutenant Maria Ross's fear of getting her carpet stained came to pass when Sergeant Denny Brosh dropped his wine glass in his shock and happiness.
