Havoc took a drag on his cigarette, held it in for a few seconds, then blew the smoke upwards. He glanced uneasily around the park, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. Someone was watching him, but he was damned if he could see where they were. He was fairly certain he knew who it was, but it didn't make him feel any better. If anything, it made him feel worse. At first the attention had been great. He had met her in this very park, and she had seemed like a nice enough girl, pretty, shy. But over the last four months she had gotten...well, weird was really the only word for it. He'd step out the door in the morning, heading off to work, and he'd see her. She always seemed to be walking past, no matter when he left. She laughed at the amazing coincidence of it all, but it left Havoc unsettled. She was always sending little presents to him at work – sometimes flowers, sometimes chocolates, and lately baby clothes had been being delivered. With notes telling Havoc how wonderful they were, and didn't he think they were just the cutest things? Breda thought it was all a great joke, Hawkeye was getting increasingly irritated with the dead plants lying around, and the Colonel...well.

At first he had grinned along with Breda, but now he would stalk into the room they all shared, narrow his eyes when he saw the latest offering and continue towards his desk. Where, depending on how his night had been, he would either fling work at everyone assembled or find something to rant about before leaving again. And then returning an hour later, the same old Roy, as if nothing had happened.

Havoc had tried explaining to him that there was really nothing going on, that he wasn't leading the girl on, in fact she was stalking him, but to no avail. And so here he was, smoking in a park in the middle of the night, freezing his butt off instead of being wrapped up nice and warm at home.

Or better yet, someone else's home...

He sighed, leaning back to rest his head on the bench and look up at the sky. Instead of the black sky though, directly above his face were two black eyes, staring down unblinkingly. Havoc let out a squeak as he leaped up, causing his cigarette to fall directly where his foot was about to land.

"Goddammit, Roy, you made me stand on my cigarette! I only just lit that one, too!"

Roy raised an eyebrow. "Should I even ask why you are sitting out here at," he paused, pulling his watch from his pocket, "at 2.30 in the morning, instead of getting sleep at home like normal people?"

"Could ask you the same thing." Havoc grumbled, searching his pockets for another smoke. He glanced up at Mustang. His expression had changed, becoming softer.

"I was worried. I tried calling all night, but you weren't there. So I looked for you. And I found you. So did someone else, though."

"What? Where - " Havoc stopped as Roy held up a hand.

"Don't worry. I don't think she'll be bothering you again."

Havoc felt the chill of dread spread across his body.

"What did you do, Roy?"

Mustang smiled. "Relax. I just explained matters to her. It was only fair that she knew she had no chance, and who better to hear it from?"

"You did what? What if she tells someone, you insane bastard? I can see that one going down well with General Hakuro if he finds out."

Roy smirked. "You don't think I'd tell her that, do you? I may have altered some details. I just told her Lieutenant Hawkeye was not impressed with the amount of flowers being delivered. It seems that she is quite familiar with our Lieutenant's reputation, exaggerated as it is. If she was to draw her own inferences from that, what could I do about it?"

"You really are a bastard, you know."

Roy reached towards Havoc's face, letting his gloved fingers trail lightly down his cheek.

"Doesn't stop you from coming back for more though, does it?"

Havoc gazed at the other man.

"No. No, it really doesn't."