"I can't believe you made me dress up for this."
Mustang put down his drink and watched Ed study the crowd in the hall. "There is a dress code, Fullmetal."
"It's not like I'm getting an award. Neither are you."
Roy shrugged. "Senior officers are expected at these ceremonies."
"I'm not a senior officer," Ed grumbled, tugging on his tie. Realization took longer than Roy had expected. "Am I your date?"
"I could've done worse."
Ed gaped at him for a full minute. "That's very open of you."
"I thought it was time." He pressed his lips to Ed's temple.