A/N: Um.
Warnings: G. Royai.
Hm...
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#3: Copy- A continuation of 'Nightmare'
Roy listened to her, wondering what exactly her dream had been about. He kicked off his boots and laid down on the couch. When she returned, he could tell she washed her face, because the small hairs that framed her face were damp. She was carrying a light blue blanket with her and she walked over to the sofa, believing him to be asleep, and sat on the floor, wrapped on the blanket and leaning against the couch. She sighed and rested her arms on her knees, burying her face into her elbow.
The Colonel opened his eyes after he was sure she had settled. He saw the small huddle of blue and, seeking to comfort hr, he tentatively placed his palm on her back, rubbing softly. She stiffened, and he'd expected that, but slowly, she relaxed and finally drifted off to sleep.
Smiling to himself, he sprawled out and, copying her, drifted off himself.