"Does…does x think I'm gay?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"…really?"
"Is she really pissed?"
"She was," Havoc replied, propping his feet up on Roy's desk. Roy was too lost in his worry to complain about it. Jean Havoc had very quickly made himself comfortable in Roy's presence, however Roy enjoyed working with him and the two had become quick friends. "Although that dinner stunt may have earned you some points."
"I wasn't doing it to earn any favours," Roy quickly explained. "I just… She was working so hard and looked so tired –"
Havoc interrupted him. "Definitely don't tell Riza that."
"I wasn't going to. I don't have a death wish."
"Good man. I knew you weren't an idiot. Well," Havoc smirked knowingly.
Roy frowned. "She fell for it on that night out. And on my first day."
"On the first occasion, she was drunk. On the second, that was the shock, and she was still annoyed at you."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah," Havoc stated as if it was obvious. "You wouldn't leave her alone. Kept pestering her like a lost puppy. You know, Rebecca did wonder about you until she saw you following Riza around like that."
"Wonder what?" Roy asked, confused.
"You know… If you were even into chicks."
"Wait. Does…does Rebecca think I'm gay?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"…Really?"
"No!"
"Not even a little?"
"No," Roy replied firmly.
"Huh. Every day's a school day," Havoc shrugged.
"I'm not gay. And –"
"Yes?" Havoc asked, raising an eyebrow at the abrupt stop.
Roy sighed. "Promise to keep this a secret? To not even tell Rebecca?"
"Yeah, man. Go ahead." Havoc looked at him expectantly, sensing the seriousness of the conversation.
"Well… On Friday they really were peace offerings – the files and the food – but I hated to see her so run ragged. I knew I hadn't helped that either and felt terrible. But… I…"
"What, man?"
"Well, I think I might… be… falling for her."
Havoc stared at him silently. "Really?"
Roy sighed and nodded. "Yeah."
"Wow." Havoc leaned back in his chair, his expression one of wonder.
"I know. I just can't get her off her mind. She's always in there in everything I do. Its driving me crazy."
"Well, pissing Riza off seemed like a good way to deal with it."
"I know," Roy groaned loudly, tilting back in his chair and pressing his hands over his face. He felt like such an idiot. He'd been such an idiot. He didn't deserve her forgiveness.
There was a knock at the door, which Roy beckoned in through the hands pressed over his face. His spine straightened, hands falling instantly when he saw Riza at the door.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked quietly. There was no hostility in her expression or her voice. It wasn't much, but Roy would take that as a win.
"Of course! Of course, come in," he beckoned, probably a little too enthusiastically. He wouldn't lose out on this chance. She was talking to him without a glare on her face. He'd be stupid to squander it. "Havoc, if you would excuse us?"
"Yeah, no problem. Catch you later, boss," he waved, giving Riza a grin – which she returned – on his way out. Roy could feel his face heating up. She was so beautiful it really wasn't fair.
Now, it was time to make up for acting like a dick.