Gift
"They're all crazy!" Havoc roared at the top of his lungs, nearly flooring poor Liza. "Mustang's getting clingy and damn near offensive, and Elric's turned hormonal and sex-obsessed!"
"Poor thing," she said gently. "Is that why you're here?"
"Yeah. I called Ed earlier and told hi that I'd be working late, but I can't stand Mustang just hovering there."
"Well, don't just stand there on my doorstep, come in. Honestly, you when you're frazzled... You know where the shower is, and I think there's a pair of pyjamas in my closet for you."
"Thanks, Liza." He dropped an affectionate kiss onto the top of her head. "You're a lifesaver."
She pushed him towards the bathroom. "Go on, you big baby. You can make yourself comfortable. I'm going to get Xingian takeout."
"Gotcha."
Time passed. Xingian carryout boxes littered the low coffetable, joined by several pairs of mismatched chopsticks.
Havoc lay across the couch, head comfortably pillowed in Liza's lap. The woman's fingers lazily stroked over his forehead and through his hair. "Feeling better now?"
"Marginally. It's nice to just relax without being in complete fear of someone jumping me or getting on my ass about something."
Liza snickered in a most un-Hawkeye-ish manner. "Poor thing. Your life has been nothing but trial after tribulation, hasn't it?"
"Ah, I always have your loving support, don't I?"
"Of course." She reached over him to grab a glass of milk. "That's what I'm here for."
