Roy slammed the door loudly when he returned home, feeling guilty as he watched Riza jump. When she saw it was him she let out a sigh of relief and fluttered her hand over her heart.

"Goodness. Sir, you scared me." She quietly returned to dusting the pictures hanging on the wall and Roy growled. Riza heard the strange sound and turned, only to find Roy right behind her. He dropped his jacket and grabbed her around her waist. Riza let out a light gasp as she was pulled into his body. At first, she was rigid, waiting for him to release her. When he didn't, she relaxed a little and awkwardly patted his back.

"Bad date sir?" she asked quietly. Roy suddenly pushed her away from him and ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and fourth in front of her. She blinked, straightening her apron and gazing at him curiously, a little disheveled and ruffled at the way he had handled her.

"Sir, what's wrong?" she asked quietly. "What's the problem?" His feet stopped and he faced away from her. After a moment of silence he spoke;

"You. You damnit!" he turned on her, an angry look masking his face as his fists clenched. "You're the goddamned problem!!!" Riza took a step back, eyes narrowed sadly and mouth open slightly in disbelief. She closed her mouth as he breathed heavily. She swallowed roughly and looked at the floor.

"I see." She whispered. "Well, I guess…I guess I-I'll…" she waved her hands helplessly and pursed her lips as her eyes filled with tears. This shouldn't have affected her so! She turned on her heel and slowly left the room, heading towards her quarters. Roy stayed where he was, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, Riza solemnly appeared with a suitcase, her eyes rimmed in a light red, barely noticeable. But he saw it and the pang of guilt he felt made him feel sick. She set the case by the door and retrieved her jacket from the closet. Roy snapped out of his trance and strode quickly towards the door as she opened it.

"Wh-where are you-uh…Where are you going?" he asked, panicked. Riza stopped but didn't turn towards him. She said nothing. The tick of the grandfather clock in the hall was the only thing heard in the house. Roy guiltily closed the gap between them and hesitantly tried to take her hand. She withdrew away from his touch. Then, something remarkable happened. Roy Mustang's eyes filled with that despised salt water. He blinked it back quickly, telling himself that he was being pathetic. He didn't cry! He calmed himself and tried to take her hand again. She pulled her hand away once more and he watched as her chest heaved up and down quickly and her shoulders scrunched as if she were holding her sobs in. He desperately tried to hug her to him and she didn't resist. But she didn't respond either.

Suddenly her hands came up to her face and, as she wiped furiously at her eyes, the first sob came. It was followed furiously by many others and soon she was shaking and sobbing and hiccupping. She shook her head and mumble words that were unintelligible. She weakly pushed at his arms, trying to push them down her waist, away from her. He held tightly and nuzzled his face into her hair. She finally stopped struggling and just slumped to the floor, Roy following and still holding her. She sat with her face in her hands as her sobs died down to nothing. After a minute of nothing but the feel of her against him, Roy was shocked when she stood. Her legs shook lightly but she grabbed the handle on her suitcase.

"Riza…" Roy whispered. She disappeared out onto the porch and he followed like a puppy with his tail between his legs, gently trying to make her stop.

"Riza, please." He knew what was happening. She was leaving. He didn't want her to leave. He grabbed her elbow and tried to turn her to face him. The suitcase dropped to the ground as she spun on him.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" she shouted. He faltered and gulped.

"Wh-what about your…your job?" he asked meekly. Riza's mouth dropped open and she ran her hand through her hair.

"Job!" she laughed hysterically. "I say 'Yes sir.' 'Of course sir.' 'Right away sir.' I clean up after you and your whores! That is not.a.fucking.job!" she shrieked the last part as her tears fell. "And after all of that, after everything I've done for you these past 7 months, all you have to say to me is that I'm a fucking problem! Do you know why the hell I've done all I've done for you?" he stayed silent and she shook her head, her voice quiet now. "That's what I thought. You look for happiness in all of the wrong places. With those sluts, your money, your company, your fame…..when I've been here this whole time. Can't you see it?" He watched her with wide eyes. "I love you. You spoiled, self-centered, prick! I love you!! But you don't fucking care!" Her eyes were glistening with more tears. She picked up her suitcase just as Roy drooped his head in shame. When she turned to leave, he finally spoke.

"I never believed that you would love me." She stopped and slowly turned to face him. "I never thought…Riza…my date tonight went home early tonight. I've been wandering around town trying to think about some things she told me. I…I didn't mean what I said. Not the way that you took it at least. You-you…invade…my mind. You smile at me and everything goes blank. You walk past me and your scent makes my knees weak. I try to 'accidentally' brush or bump into you just to feel the electricity buzz through my body." He slowly approached her and turned her. "My date knew it. She was amazingly understanding about it and she gave me so many things to think about. I need to tell you before you're gone. If you still don't like what I have to say when I'm finished then you…you c-can leave." He gently tugged her towards the door and was relieved when he met no resistance. He opened the door for her and waited as she stepped inside. He slid her jacket from her shoulders and noticed her surprise before he ushered her to the couch. Once she was sitting, he sat in the chair across from her and took a deep breath. This was going to take everything he had.

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AN: I had a couple reviews that said that it felt as if this story was moving too quickly. I appreciate you telling me this very much. :] My answer to those of you who feel the same way but didn't want to hurt my feelings is this...I am distracted quite easily :] That's why a lot of my stories on here aren't finished or updated yet. I'm very sorry if any of my stories seem too fast paced but I try to get them done, while keeping a good quality of writing, before I lose interest or forget about the story. So thank you to all of you that have reviewed and I hope that you're satisfied w/this chapter and my answer. :D