Lieutenant General Grayman had much to do today and he was doing rather well in that respect. He had been nothing but productive this morning and was half way through his list as the day was half over. He didn't mind having been assigned to East City to head the eastern headquarters. He rather liked the relative quiet of the more rural establishment as opposed to the hectic bustle of Central. He could afford time to simply stroll about leisurely where Central required steady quick clips to accomplish anything.
The next item on his list called for a visit with Colonel Mustang, of which he was currently making his way towards. There was something about the man he had always liked but he'd still been surprised at the constant performance of him when he was assigned here. He knew the true reasons behind Mustang's placement just as he knew those behind his own; they were non-conformists. And while not necessarily troublemakers, they did not share popular opinion, and so had been stationed somewhere 'out of the way' for those with more ambitious designs.
But the once-recent war hero had been pastured in East after the glow of Ishbali glory had faded and it became apparent they could not control their pet alchemist. He'd taken him in, volunteering a home for the boy to perhaps shelter him from jading and provide a place to rebuild and recover. He slowed as he came upon the young man's office door. He rapped his knuckles slowly and lightly against the open door.
"Do you have a free moment, Little Mustang?" he finished, peeking around the doorway and partially entering. "Ah-!" he exclaimed quietly.
He retreated the few steps he'd taken, pulling the door along with him. "Ah, I understand. I'll give you a bit of time," he said softly, other hand bracing the door to close it in silence.
"Lieutenant General Grayman, sir!" a sharp voice and salute met him in the hall.
"Oh, Elizabeth!" he smiled down at her after he got over the surprise. "You gave me a bit of start, there."
"Sorry, sir," her face broke into a wistfully mischievous smirk. "But please excuse me. I've some work I've to drop off for the colonel."
He placed his hand over hers upon the handle, preventing her from opening the door once more. He bestowed one of his patient and grandfatherly smiles down on her, beaming affectionately. "Let's give him some time, shall we? We'll come back."
Riza blinked away to peek through the space between the door and frame at the crossed arms and bobbing head of an upright Roy Mustang, nodding in sleep. She pulled it the rest of the way closed and with a gentle smile agreed, "Yes."
And they walked down the hallway, teasing and speaking of other things as the thoughts seized them.