sometimes i get just a sort of image in my head...and after rewatching the entire series, i got the image of Roy heading back to visit Maes. SPOILERS for ep 25. post series, so keep that in mind as well my friends! -fireun
Brigadier General Roy Mustang hunkered down, leaning his back irreverently against the smooth stone. With a flourish he produced two brandy snifters from his coat pocket, followed by a flask from his belt. "It was hell to sneak these past Riza, you know." He settled his head back against the gravestone with a sigh, resting a moment before pouring a bit of brandy into each glass.
"Brigadier General Maes Hughes. I finally caught up with you." Roy set one glass on the ground next to him, lifted the other to take a sip. "I still don't know how you got me to drink this cheap stuff. It's terrible."
He sipped quietly, back supported by the gravestone, in a pose of quiet contemplation. He straightened with a wince to refill his glass, his back creaking loudly as it was deprived of its support, and his face twisted into a wry sort of smile. "Still supporting me, eh Maes? Fullmetal would laugh if he knew I had a bad back. Would most likely rant about my being an old bastard of a colonel." He looked at the stone, smiling in earnest now. "He's so damn easy to get a rise out of. It's inordinately fun."
"Then again, I am sitting here talking to a grave, so I don't know if my views on the personal quirks of my subordinates bears weight." Roy downed the rest of his brandy with a grimace as it burned its way down his throat.
"I did it though, Maes. I finally did it." There was a fierce satisfaction in that quiet declaration, and a sense of closure. "I wish…I wish you were here with me, Maes, but I did it. So you can rest easy, old friend, alright?"
Roy stood, joints that had gone stiff with sitting on the cold ground creaking, and placed a hand on top of the stone for a moment. "I have to get going. Riza will send the dogs out after me shortly. I can only avoid so much work in one day after all." His face softened. "And she does worry about me. I took your advice, Maes. I found myself a woman. Thankfully you aren't around to tease me about it. Or take all manner of embarrassing pictures to torment us with later."
Roy patted the stone, the shoved hands in pockets and made his way back to work, leaving his empty glass beside the one he had poured for the man buried there.