Destination
Havoc hated sleeper trains with a passion. He hated them even more when his mother had tanned his hide, stuffed him full of good food, and then proceeded to cuddle him in the train station, calling him 'Mama's white-headed boy', nevermind the fact that he was nearly twice her size.
But he absolutely loathed them when there was a noticeable absence of Roy to make it all bearable.
Damn, he thought, getting off the train, dragging his duffle. I'm getting attached to the bastard. That's the last thing I should be doing... he's a General now, I'm still a captain, I'm under him, he's a womanizing bastard... wait a minute. That was a thought, now. In the long while since the whole Bradley issue had blown over (ten months and twenty days, to be exact, which would make the incident more than a year past now), he hadn't seen Roy so much as look at any woman besides Liza. And Major Hawkeye was as stridently sexless as she could be. So much that way that it was almost scary.
But still, the last thing he should ever, ever had considered doing was getting attached to the man. For all he knew, it was just convenient for Mustang. For all he knew, he was just a stand-in for –
Oh, hell. He shouldn't have thought that. He had to give Mustang more credit than that.
Did he? That was the entire problem, he decided. He didn't know where things stood between him and Mustang. He didn't really know how honest Mustang was being with him. And Jean always put a high value on honesty in personal dealings.