Guilt
Havoc had to try really, really hard to convince himself that he honestly didn't mind the fact that Fullmetal was shacking up with him. In his apartment. Sleeping in his bed. Eating food he cooked.
Well... at least the kid helped out around the house.
He drew the covers closer over his head. He was snugged into his 'guest room', which in reality was more of a closet. A perfect place to hide.
"Sir"
Fuck. So much for that. "Yeah"
"Do you mind if I sleep with you? I'm kind of lonely."
"Lonely"
"Yeah." Fullmetal crawled in next to him. "Al was always close by at night. In Germany, Günter, my dog, slept with me. And then, when I came back... there was always Roy..." Havoc felt the kid's arm slip over his side.
"Stand-in"
"Sorta, yeah."
"I can live with that."
"Please, don't say that. It makes me feel like a monster."
"M'm."
