Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Fifty-nine: Gift
"Hawkeye?"
It took a moment for Hawkeye to look up from the book she was reading. She was used to the guys from the office just steamrollering over whatever she was trying to do and making their own "needs" take precedence. She was met by the sight of a frowning Jean Havoc.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering," he said, as though this had been on his mind for a long time. "When the Colonel starts napping on the job, why is it that he never pays attention to us when we try to wake him up, even if it's two minutes to a deadline and he's still got a desk full of paperwork, but he always gets up straight away the moment you tell him to?"
She glanced over at Mustang's desk. He was slumped over his arms, behind a stack of unsigned papers, breathing deeply. The clock told her it was now one minute to the deadline. Putting her book down, she knew she'd have to attend to the problem at hand.
"It's a gift, Havoc."