Desperate Measures
Roy Mustang was alone in his dark, lonely office. He had his head face down on his desk. Roy seemed...sadder than usual. He slowly shifted around in his chair, and somehow managed his way to the darkest corner in the room. He sat alone, with merely a picture to accompany him. It was a picture of Maes and him. He was not crying, or quivering, but he was indeed broken inside. He reached for a pack of some sort of alchoholic beverage, when a hand gently went over his own. His eyes didn't shoot up in surprise. "Lieutenant Hawkeye." He said in a stern voice not bothering to look up at her. Riza bent down to where Roy was.
She looked to see if he was crying. No tears. "Hey..." she said softly. "You need a ride home?"
Roy began to quiver with sadness. "Lieu--Riza..." he said, his voice a bit unsteady.
The lieutenant stared at her taisa oddly. Is he...gasp he's...crying...She blinked out of her train of thoughts "Yes?"
Without another word, Roy shot his head up, tears in his eyes, and quickly buried his face into the lieutenant's shoulder. Riza wasn't exactly expecting this, so her reaction was a faint gasp, which was quickly followed by Roy's soft talking. "H--How...? How could he be...gone? Maes was always there...always." He was slightly embaressed, having his lieutenant see him cry like this. His embaressment level dropped a bit when he heard sobs coming from on his shoulder. "I don't know...s-sometimes, the world is cruel...but we'll always have Maes' pictures to look at as a remi---"
"Damn his pictures! I won't accept the fact that all we have left of him is...his damn pictures..." Roy said in rage. He was clenching his fists when he felt the Riza shifted around a little. He didn't bother to look up, until he heard the sound of liquid in a bottle. He looked up slowly and wiped a few tears away.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures." Riza said as she handed him a bottle of liquor and took one out for herself.
