Grateful

Havoc yawned, stretching lazily and luxuriously. He was on his week off, and had decided to hit the local library for some classics to read. So far, he had read halfway through The Odyssey, Dante's Divine Comedy, and Sandman. Sandman was a little odd, a format he'd never really gotten used to, but he liked the story. He really could identify with the characters.

A knock pounded on his apartment door. He ignored it, assuming it just to be squirrels up in the crawlspace of the apartment complex invading the human world.

But the pounding increased, much to his annoyance. Growling in an offended manner, he managed to haul himself out of the obscenely comfy leather chair that he had wedged himself into.

He wobbled to the door, his legs damnably asleep. He collapsed against the venerable wood, hand groping for the knob. "Yeah, what" he growled, hauling the door open.

Edward Elric stood on the landing, wet, bedraggled, and utterly miserable. Havoc's eyebrows shot upwards. "Could I crash here for the night" the nineteen-year-old asked.

His eyebrows climbed even higher. "How the hell did you find out where I lived"

"Roy told me. He said that if I ever needed someplace to hide out that I should come to you."

Throwing your trash on me, Mustang? Havoc thought bitterly. "Did he, now"

"He said that you were a lot better to trust than himself." Edward's tone colored to something spiteful. "That bastard was right. I should never had let him touch me."

Concern kicked in, and Havoc held the door open. "Well, you're soaked to the skin. Come in. I'll get you warmed and fed. Anything other than that, and you're on your own."