Durability
"Lieutenant Havoc, I need you to stay after tonight. You're the only one that can handle this mess of a filing system."
Havoc looked up at Mustang. "Yessir." No emotion, an army automaton following orders. If Mustang was annoyed, he didn't show it.
"You will address me as 'Colonel', Lieutenant."
All right, he was annoyed. Score one for Havoc!
Mustang drifted disconsolately behind him for the remainder of the day, highly reminiscent of a lost puppy. Even after he had been working on the file system, Mustang still wafted.
Havoc finally lost his temper, whirling around and snapping, "What is wrong with you?!"
Mustang started guiltily. "Nothing, Lieutenant."
"I'm sure." It was his turn to jump when he felt Mustang's arms around his shoulders.
"I think it's okay if the superior officer says 'yes'," Roy murmured into his ear.