Grey
Havoc stalked home in a high bad temper. Not for the fact that he had a huge, spreading bruise on his left cheek, or even because said bruise was slightly raw. He was pissed because of that goddamn Mustang and his stupid, knowing smirk.
"Why are you sleeping with Fullmetal?"
"I'm not, you twit."
"You will be, soon..."
He kicked open the door to his apartment, face like a thundercloud.
Fullmetal jumped guiltily, dropping one of Havoc's history books. "Sir! I... uh, just... sorry for raiding your bookshelves..."
Havoc waved a dismissive hand. "Forget it, kid. I'm not in the mood to care." He stomped into the kitchen, trying to find a big enough chunk of ice for his cheek.
"Sir, is something wrong" Fullmetal asked, trailing along behind him.
"No" he said sarcastically. "Everything's fucking fine, other than the fact that Mustang accused me of sleeping with you and then punched me when I said he was being an ass. It was a great day."
"You don't have to take it out on me" Fullmetal said quietly, relieving him of the ice and wrapping it in a clean dishcloth. "Roy just doesn't seem to understand that I've changed somewhat. I don't need a lover, I just need a big brother. It's all in black and white for him."
"Why didn't you tell him that"
Fullmetal touched the bruise with his automail fingers. "Because I don't think he wants to hear it right now."
