Dumbfounded
Havoc stared, absolutely and totally in shock. "Come again?"
"I'm getting married," Roy repeated patiently.
"Guh..." It was the only sound he could intelligently make while digesting this unexpected bombshell. So far, he was pretty sure it was giving him severe indigestion. So he tried again. "Roy –"
Roy smiled his patented, incandescent smirk. "Come on, Jean, what did you expect? I'm a highly-ranked member of this military organization, and I can't very well be a confirmed bachelor for the rest of my life."
"It's never stopped us before," Havoc muttered sourly, feeling betrayed.
The smirk turned pitying. "You're just a captain. You wouldn't understand."
Havoc shot him a glare so foul it would have peeled paint at fifty feet. "That's a shitty ulterior motive. Give me another one."
"I wanted to piss you off?"
"That, I'll believe." His fountain pen tapped a furious beat against his desk. He so very longed to throw the sharp, pointy object at Roy, but he controlled himself.
He was quite surprised when he felt Roy's arms curl around his shoulders and the man's warm breath against his ear. "April Fools, Jean."