"Gift"
"Hawkeye?"
"Yes Colonel?"
"What do you think…" Pause… breathe. He furrowed his eyebrows. Wording was important.
"Colonel?"
"…What… Never mind." He placed his palm on his forehead, gloved fingers ruffling black hair. Riza smiled and walked to him. She bent down and whispered in his ear. The air lightened.
xXx
"Roy? What are you doing here? It's—"
"Happy birthday." A small yellow green box. Inside… was nothing. Maes furrowed his eyebrows and looked up.
"Empty?"
"No."
Words are actions. A soft press of the lips can say everything.
"I expect a better gift on my birthday Hughes."