It took a minute or two for the situation that had just played out in front of him to fully sink into Mustang's brain. "You may have been drunk off your ass, Bastard, but I wasn't. I was there because I wanted to be." Edward's words still echoed in his head. That really hadn't been what he had expected, which had been something more along the lines of throwing things at him and calling him a pervert. That he was thouroughly prepared to deal with, but this? He wasn't sure at all what to do with it. It had been a much more positive reaction than he'd ever have dared to hope for from Ed. He'd been there because he'd wanted to be. With ME, he wanted to be there with ME.

A smile spread over his face slowly, but he couldn't bring himself to actually move farther than the relaxed slump he fell into. This was fantastic news for him, a weight off his shoulders. He had been so sure that the boy was going to take offense to the evening, that he would hate Mustang forever, that things would never be the same. But then the smile died on his lips.

Oh god. Edward probably would hate him now, look at how he'd acted, what he'd said. The words that were only minutes ago covering his ass, now seemed entirly different from this new light. Those words must have sounded a whole lot like bitter rejection to Edward, knowing now how he felt. What am I going to do now. Mustang's mind raced, his face falling back into his hands. He had managed to make the situation so much worse instead of better. It probably would have worked out better than this if he had just left the whole situation alone to begin with. He only hoped now there was something he could do to fix this. Fuck...

X

Fuck was the first word that came to Edward's mind as he stomped down the hallway and out the door of the building, into the biting cold air. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was I thinking, why did I say that? I told him, Oh gods I told him. He KNOWS. Maybe he hadn't told the man everything, but Mustang was smart, There was no doubt in Edward's mind that Mustang would figure it out, figure everything out. He was sure there would be no end to the smugness after this, the man would hold this over him for a good long time to come. Fuck, He should have kept his mouth shut, even if it had hurt a little, to hear Mustang say it. Now he knew the man hadn't meant to, would never have, and to make it all worse he had told the Colonel that he had, that he'd wanted it.

He felt his cheeks color, his stomach lurch. He walked as quickly as he could, not sure where he was going, ignoring the cold that surrounded him, the white flakes still falling all around, the accumulation on the ground was getting higher and higher, almost covering the blonde's boots as he trudged through it. He only cared about putting as much distance between him and that fucking bastard as was humanly possible.

But it isn't really his fault, now is it? The voice inside his head would not leave him alone. HE was drunk off his ass, HE had been looking after the professional dynamis of the situation, HE hadn't blurted out his feelings like an idiot. The boy sighed. The more he walked, and the more he thought about it, the more he realizzed he couldn't blame Mustang here, the blame was on him.

Well, it wasn't Mustang's fault really, but Ed was still entirely prepared to take it out on him. After all, he did start this with his being drunk, and just plain georgeous. Yeah, Edward was fully prepared to blame that entirely on Mustang.

X

Roy let the car move slowly over the snow covered streets, scouring the sidewalks of the city for the blonde boy. He had looked in the library and all over the headquarter's building, even though the girl at the front desk had told him Edward had left earlier in the day. He had hoped he would find the boy tucked into some corner in the building somewhere, a warm dry place where he could try his best to explain what had happened, to fix the mess. he still had no idea whatsoever what he was going to say or do once he found Edward, but he knew he couldn't rest untill he did. Now that every obvious place had be checked and found lacking, Mustang was starting to get desperate. He knew how Fullmetal had a tendancy to overeact like a diva, and he was honestly worried for the boy's wellbeing after the huff he had left the office in. He knew the boy wouldn't do anything to seriously hurt himself, that would only upset his brother, around whom Edward's world still revolved, but the colonel still didnt want to be the source of any more pain for the young alchemist, he had already had so much pain.

He turned the car around, to go by the park, and the row of shops and cafés that bordered it. It was a whole lot of cold and wet outside, but that wouldn't necessarily stop the boy. The older alchemist was about to admit his defeat and call in some help when he spied the shock of blonde, red and black against the clean white of the snow. The boy was sitting under a tree in the park, snow coming up almost over his lap. His head was buried in his hands and his shoulders were shaking slightly. It took a moment to register in Mustang's mind, Oh shit, he's crying, Edward is crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry, not once, and now he's ccrying because of me. It was the lowest he'd felt in a while. His heart was jumping, forming into a tight knot in his throat by the time Mustang parked and got out to run towards the small blonde form.

Edward looked up when he came over, but only briefly, his eyes screwing tightly onto a spot on the ground after realizing who it is.

"Well colonel, come by to rub my face in it more? Why don't you just get it over with so i can go back to being alone and miserable, eh?" Roy knelt in front of the boy, one gloved hand reaching out to cup the boy's chin, steering it up so their eyes met.

"Actually Fullmetal, im here to say im sorry." The words barely squeaked out around the emotion thick on his tongue. A cold laugh and a turn of the head were not what he expected.

"Its okay, Colonel, you've already apologized, right? Besides, you were so drunk im sure it wasn't your fault. You weren't the one being stupid..." He trailed off, blinking back another wave of tears with reddened eyes.

"No, Edward." Roy began, wiping one stray tear from where it settled on the boy's jawline, "Thats not what im apologizing for. Im sorry i said what i did, back n the office, im sorry if i hurt you."

"No, you just said what you meant, what you needed to say..." Roy interrupted him,

"But it wasn't what i meant to say." He paused then, and sighed, looking as confused as he flt then, "I don't know what i meant to say. But i didn't want to hurt you, i'd never want to hurt you..." He trailed off helplessly, not finding the words he needed to express what he did mean.

He knew what could though, and his hand was on the boy's chin once again, turning the head slightly and pulling the boy's lips to his own once again.