Hugs
He gave the best hugs any dejected woman could ask for. They were warm and gentile, but so capturing that she felt every inch of his arms around her, comforting her. The worst of Riza's days were often fixed by one hug from Roy. She found it simply amazing how he could turn her world around with something so simple. The feel of his heart against hers, his chest slowly rising and falling as his arms pulled her so close was the best kind of comfort she could have ever hoped for, especially during the crises that tended to wreak havoc upon their lives. She clearly remembered the hug that he had given her as they sat together in the hospital, he blind, and she with a gaping wound on the nape of her neck. That was the best hug. She was sure of it. It wasn't just the physical warmth of the hug that made it so desirable, but the fact that it often times replaced many words that didn't need to be said; words they couldn't say to each other, not yet anyways. She didn't need words like that, as long as there were hugs like his.