Dent
Mustang was having a temper tantrum. And Havoc just stood there, a grin on his face. Completely unrepentant. "Calm down, General."
"And you!" Mustang hissed, leveling a gloved finger. "Why didn't you tell me you were dating Hawkeye, of all people?!"
"Wasn't needed. I knew you'd figure out sooner or later."
"A better question would be why the hell are you dating her?!"
H'm. Good question, actually. "Felt like it?"
Havoc was far too well trained by half. He didn't even twitch when Mustang's hand slammed down on his desk with a very final crunch. "Jean, when the hell will you learn that I'm entirely unwilling to share you with someone?!"
"I'm pretty slow on the uptake," Havoc pointed out. That did not help the tantrum at all.
Several words that couldn't be printed were actually roared at the casual blonde.
Havoc just ignored him. At a breath in the diatribe, Havoc spoke up: "Are you finished yet?"
That caused Mustang to choke on his own words. "Jean..!"
"Look, what's wrong with you? Why are you yelling at me? For all I know, you're using me as a stand-in for Ed or Maes."
Roy collapsed back in his chair, absolutely stunned and appalled. "You... actually thought that?"
"That's pretty much what I said, yes."
"How? Why? I don't..." I don't understand...
"Neither do I. I don't understand how you could want me the way you do unless you were trying to bury something."
Roy's mouth worked silently for a few seconds. "Why?"