b12. Brosh x Armstrong – Perfect Fantasy/b
Denny Brosh and Alex Armstrong were having dinner. Not a date, not a business meal, just dinner. Denny was not a Sergeant in the military. Alex was not a State Alchemist. They were just two guys in nice casual suits, eating out at a ritzy place they could only afford if they went Dutch.
It didn't help their expenses any that Alex consumed enough food for two or three average-sized people. Denny was amazed at how much the guy could eat. He made a mental note to enlist Lieutenant Ross's help in baking half a million Christmas cookies for Armstrong…
"Denny…" Armstrong's low, deep voice rumbled.
Brosh looked up from his napkin and stared into Alex's captivating eyes. Yes, he did feel slightly intimidated by the bigger man in front of him, but it was a good kind of intimidation – like the presence of a young boy standing in front of his favorite, seven-foot-tall sports star. Brosh admired Armstrong.
"Yeah?"
"We should be finishing up. We have to watch over the Elric brothers again tonight."
Denny sighed as his fantasy melted away from him. The fancy, expensive restaurant dissolved into the cafeteria at Central; the plush, fine chairs turned into steel benches, and the food turned to bland, discolored slop. The suits disappeared, and they were both dressed in military uniforms. Armstrong had no soft gaze of love in his eyes as he stood up and beckoned Brosh to follow him.
Sergeant Brosh nodded and followed, stepping in time with Major Armstrong, off to duty that had once more interrupted a perfect fantasy.