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Notes: Written for 15minuteficlets word #111
Roy Mustang is sitting in his office, humming slightly as he leafs through his copy of the Central Times. He glances up as Maes Hughes steps backwards into the shadows outside of his door.
Lieutenant Hawkeye? Is that you?
Oops. He's been spotted. That's never good for someone who is in Investigations.
It's just me. Maes says, mentally cursing himself. But didn't he want to talk to Roy again, anyway?
Maes. Come in, Roy says easily, setting the newspaper down
Once he's inside, Roy's eyes never leave his face. What is it?
Maes shakes his head. There has to be an easier way to do this, but despite what others have said, Maes isn't one of those people that is overflowing with courage. He'll have to be a little more blunt this time. I was watching you from the other side of the door.Hm? Don't people normally do that before they enter a room? What is it really, Maes? Roy says, laughing slightly... but not nervously. He doesn't have any idea, Maes thinks hopelessly.
I really like you, Roy. That's what I'm here to talk about.
There's a flicker of – something – and then Roy's gaze is once again blank. Maes, you don't have to convince me. I understand, and I appreciate your kindness.Roy - Maes begins, beginning to clench his fist. I know you understand! He doesn't want to say it, and his steel gaze begs Roy to say something, to understand.
He remains silent, cocking his head to the side.
I love you, Roy.
Roy never falters, never changes his expression. And you will push me to the top. Thank you.
Roy still doesn't understand. Or is it that he understands and yet doesn't want to listen? Does it horrify him so much that he thinks if he ignores it it will disappear?
Roy salutes him, and Maes slowly closes the door behind him. For once, Maes has no one left to turn to about his problems.
He is ebullient when that night he is introduced to Gracia, who always listens.