5. Kiss
"Hold still just another second."
Roy tried his hardest not to show just how much it hurt as Maes changed the dressing on the burn on his arm. He really should have known better than to have attempted such complicated Alchemy so early in his studies; lucky for him, Maes had been right there and able to stop the fire before it caused too much damage.
"There," another stifled wince as the older man lowered Roy's arm to the bed. "Now get some rest, okay, and call if you need anything." Maes leaned down and pressed a kiss to his friend's forehead, smoothing back his hair and added, "That doesn't include foot rubs, backrubs, or any other kinda rubs."
And then he ran out the door before the injured one could retaliate.