Generosity

With great effort, Havoc scraped himself up from his desk, where he had apparently passed out sometime after lunch. He seemed to be passing out a lot lately...

He looked down at the messy bloom of paperwork on his desk longingly. It was such a comfy pillow, he shouldn't give it up willingly...

But he had been asleep for seven hours. He wasn't sure how Liza hadn't noticed the fact that he was oblivious to the world and paperwork, but she had ignored him. For five full hours. It was either a record or a miracle.

Or maybe a little bit of both, he thought, smiling. He pulled on his overcoat; autumn had crept in full-force, and the nights had gotten chilly. He had to drop by the butcher's and pastry shop for supper tonight, and that'd probably take him till after dark. Auntie Delilah loved to talk to him about how things were going with her daughter and the shop. He loved listening to her. Their conversations were a nice reprieve from his messy personal life.

Humming, he toddled virtuously out of the office, tidying up the detritus left by his coworkers.

"Jean?" Mustang's voice was thick and heavy. The man probably had just woken up from his own nap.

Havoc nodded over his shoulder. "Just cleaning up. I'll be out of your hair in a minute."

Mustang nodded. "You look better for that nap you took this afternoon," he remarked, critically surveying the taller man. "I'm glad that I kept Hawkeye off your tail."