Good
"How do you feel?"
"Better. I'm not completely awake, but I'm –" Havoc took a small pause to yawn cavernously "– functional. Coffee?"
"With milk and sugar. I'll be damned before I give you straight, hot coffee."
"All right, so I do have a particularly bizarre aversion to hot objects, but you didn't have to do that."
"Not bizarre at all. It's a psychosomatic reaction. I'd be worried if you didn't have it. Hell, even Hawkeye has an aversion to sharp, pointy objects and things that generate intense and/or focused heat." Roy set down the mug and began to gently rub his shoulders, fingers glossing over the scars. "I think part of the problem here is that you're so tense..."
"Huh?"
"You've been favoring this arm. You're tense from stress and exhaustion." He pressed a thumb into the shoulder muscle and Havoc yelped. "See? Now, I bet that if a gave you an absolutely mind-blowing backrub, you'd be better."
"I'm not even going to comment on that one... lucky for you that Ed decided to go visit Winry and Al, otherwise I would have been mopping up blood last night."
"As it is, you're going to be washing the sheets..."
Havoc turned bright red. "Sod off. Just... sod off."
"M'm... no. You have any idea how much I've missed you?"
"Like someone misses a boil on their ass, I'm sure."
Roy cuffed him affectionately across the back of the head. "Don't sell yourself short. Hell, even Ed..."
"Ed what?"
"Nevermind. Drink your coffee and sit still for a bit."
