Last drabble, guys; thanks to your encouragement, I'm seriously considering a chapterfic for these two. I still don't own FMA.
And to Mercutio... He's coming to a Con near me in April, too! I'm going as Hawkeye... and send me the pics, sure!
# 15 – Language Of Love
Every form of love had its own language. All of Mustang's subordinates loved him in some way.
For Fuery, it was admiration; almost like a little brother looking up to his older sibling. For Farman, it was reverence; utter devotion, careful advice. For Breda, it was wit; the quick thinking, the brilliant strategizing. For Hawkeye, it was synchronizing; knowing what the other was thinking, taking care of him while reining him in. And for himself, Jean Havoc—
Roy kissed him then, leaving his mind blissfully blank. And that was when Havoc realized that some types of love didn't need words.