Grin

Havoc ambled into work, rubbing the back of his neck. The scent of bitter coffee assailed him and his nose wrinkled. Wherever the kid's talents may have lain, Fury just could not make a decent cup of coffee. Much less ten.

"You're late" Liza said, busy at work.

"Had to deal with a fussy pet last night" he replied cheerfully.

"Oh, really."

Liza Hawkeye. The Queen of Deadpan. The Queen of Sarcastic Deadpan. He drifted past her, dared to reach out, dared to ruffle her hair affectionately.

Damn, he could almost feel her eye twitch. He snickered and she huffed.

"Captain, do you mind doing your work" Mustang's voice rang imperiously through the collection of workspaces. "If you don't start immediately, I'll hold you after hours for the time."

He remembered very distinctly the years when a threat like that would have made him linger and tease. But now, all he does, all he can do, is flash a bitter grin and say"Yes, sir."