Author's Notes: I do not own FMA, alas.
76. Watching Over You
He had been asleep for approximately one hour, thirty-seven minutes, and twenty-three seconds.
The whole time, she sat silently across from him, internally grumbling that she didn't dare allow herself to sleep when it was the two of them in the train car alone. That would be unacceptable behavior, considering that someone needed to be watching. And she was so content to be that nameless sniper, watching over his form even when he wasn't aware that she kept a silent vigil.
One hour, forty-three minutes and fifty-six seconds into his extended nap, he shifted his weight uncomfortably, and murmured something incomprehensible. The second time he mumbled something, he had been asleep for merely one hour, forty-four minutes and six seconds, and this time she caught his words—don't let them get too close.
Whatever dream he might be having, it was not pleasant, and she leaned forwards, knowing this behavior would be completely unacceptable if they were not alone.
"It's all right, sir," she whispered, her fingers gently smoothing out his hair. "I'm watching over you."