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My Armor Owns Your Ashtray

Chapter Six: The Man of this Relationship! Might Possibly be Al.

After wasting away the weekend doing pretty much nothing, in Havoc's opinion, it was time to go to work. What exactly brought about Alphonse's sudden change of behavior was beyond him, but he did happen to notice a few things. For one, he was no longer sleeping on the couch in the living room. Al's mutuality with their relationship was also strange to him; it sucked the fun out of sex.

The man had plenty of time to think about this, Al getting his measurements and all for the uniform and the tailor who just kept speaking and absentmindedly poked the 17 year old time and again, he decided he would have to pinpoint the source of all his unrest. Or lack thereof.

Maybe, just maybe, Havoc didn't actually want to be in a relationship. Going after people was good fun and all, but the commitment didn't sound too pleasant. Of course, he was genuinely happy that he could share the same bed with Al, so that probably wasn't it. Ignoring the "no smoking" sign hanging up in the corner of the room, Havoc decided it was time for a smoke. The buzzing rush of nicotine might help him think better.

It could be the fact that their relationship wasn't exactly normal. First, they were guys. Second, they were a good deal apart in age. Third…well, there wasn't a third, but Havoc was sure he could think one up by the time Al got down from the chair where he'd been poked in the arm for not commenting on one of the woman's remarks a few too many times.

To describe the relationship he was in, Havoc decided he might need a dictionary because certainly, his brain did not have the right adjective to describe it. Maybe Al's did, but his certainly didn't and this was bothering him.

"Nah, it couldn't be," he muttered, scratching his head in confusion.

"What was that?!" the woman snapped, jabbing Al in the ribs with her needle in a moment of fury.

"Oh, uh, you look…" Havoc started, watching Al mouth the right thing to say, "as thin as ever…Mrs….Cunningham."

Phew, that was close. You could never tell what that old bat would do to you if you said the wrong thing. He remembered when Breda had to get his uniform repaired, once, said the wrong thing, and came into work with a…rather form-fitting version suffocating the poor, plump man. Nevertheless, it was not a pretty sight. However, Al was cute and she did happen to like him, so nothing bad would happen, or so he hoped.

Snapping out of his small reverie, he went back to thinking why exactly he wasn't happy with his situation. He was happy, but not in the way where it's like you win the lotto. Reviewing all his thoughts, he went back to the "Al is smarter than me" train of thought. That was probably where it all lied, that he was inferior. Was he not good enough for him? Although, it may not be that he was below him, rather that they were on equal terms. There was no "man" in this relationship because, well, for obvious reasons and Havoc wasn't all too comfortable in this situation. That was it, he didn't know how to treat Al.

Deciding that this must definitely be the problem, Havoc walked out of the small shop with his unofficial boyfriend. His silly little issues could wait 'till later, he needed to ask Al out to lunch and possibly cut work in the process.

But Al needn't know about that part, Havoc thought, smiling and taking Al's hand in his. Maybe he'd fill the role of the "man."

"Let's go out for lunch, Havoc," and there went that idea.

This is the next one, hope you guys like it.

At first, I was going to go with the idea that Havoc didn't like it and thus would lead to the breakdown of the relationship. HOWEVER, I've realized they've only been together for about four days and that they didn't need that kind of drama, yet. So, the situation we have here is that Havoc contemplates what exactly he should be doing. I'm sure that any potentially straight guy would have to take a breather and figure out what to do with his date when it turns out it's another man.

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