Revelation
He was pretty sure Roy was talking to him. Like, straight to his face. But he had no idea what the alchemist was saying.
Instead, Hughes found himself irresistibly distracted by Roy's smooth pale skin, his soft silky hair, his dark angry eyes—
Uh-oh.
"—don't just be zoning out on me again, Maes, this is important!" Mustang was saying as Hughes tuned back in.
He calmly lifted a hand and waved away Roy's anger—or made it worse—proud of his own self-restraint. Roy had no idea how close he was to having fingers run through his hair, and if Hughes had given in to the temptation…well, he was pretty sure he didn't want to know where that would have gone.
"Sorry, sorry, start from the beginning?" Hughes leaned in, fully intent on listening this time.
Mustang sighed, exasperated, and Hughes realized how adorable that sound was, also realizing for the first time how he was head over heels for his best friend.
