14. Drunk
Alcohol and Roy did not mix. It was a rare mood indeed that would find the man with a glass (or a bottle) in his hand. He wasn't a violent drunk, but he wasn't an affectionate drunk either. He wasn't one to get excitable and make an ass out of himself, but nor was he one to simply pass out. Well, not unless he wanted to.
No, when Roy drank, it was because the memories he tried so hard to suppress most of the time decided that the man was ignoring them too much. Maes knew better than to leave Roy alone on these occasions and he was always there to drive the younger man home or to drape a blanket over him; and then he was always ready in the morning with a pitcher of water, a bottle of pain killers, and a pot of coffee.