It was only their second night together after they had gotten married. They weren't taking a real honeymoon - it was just a long weekend. They'd gotten married Thursday afternoon, and wouldn't go back to their respective offices until Monday.

Riza had fallen asleep in Roy's arms after they had made love, but over the course of the night, they had moved apart again. She wasn't used to sleeping with someone else in the bed, so she startled awake when she moved and touched him.

She immediately reached for the gun under her pillow, but it wasn't there. Then Riza realized where she was and who she was with. She leaned up on one elbow and looked down at Roy, wanting to watch her husband sleep while she calmed down. But his face was troubled. He was frowning. It must be a bad dream, Riza thought, and wondered whether she should wake him.

Then, he was sitting up, eyes open wide and breathing hard. He noticed her presence, but he was also used to sleeping alone and didn't recognize who she was right away. He grabbed her hands together behind her back and threw her face down on the bed.

"Roy, it's me," she said. "You were having a nightmare."

He let her go at once.

"That's going to be awkward, if I keep doing that," Roy said harshly, eyes clouded by whatever the dream had been.

"At least you didn't reach for a gun," she said, dryly, sitting up.

At that, he actually smiled. "You did that? Where is it?"

"I anticipated," she said. "I moved it from under my pillow to the top of the dresser before we got in bed last night. Remember I told you your bodyguard was off duty?"

"And here I thought I'd be safer ..." he said, starting to joke, but his eyes clouded again and he stopped, then suddenly got out of bed and pulled on a robe.

When it became apparent he was actually leaving the room, Riza got out of bed herself and grabbed his arm.

He threw off her arm as if she had burned him. "Don't touch me!" he said.

"What?" she said, eyes wide and mouth open.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," he said hoarsely, seeing the hurt on her face. "It's not you, it's me. I'm ... Look, I'll get over it, I always do, but I just can't stay here right now."

Riza wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she knew it had something to do with the nightmare. She pulled on her own robe and made to follow him.

"No, you stay here," he said. "Just go back to sleep." His voice was still harsh, but he was trying to make it gentler.

"Roy Mustang, if you think I'm going to sleep while you go off somewhere and mope, you've got another thing coming. It was about Ishval, wasn't it?" Riza went past him and actually opened the door and went through first.

It was such a natural move, for her to go through a door before him, that Roy automatically followed her without thinking. And then, just as automatically, they both switched positions so that he was leading and she was following.

"Where to?" she said, barely avoiding adding the "sir" to the end of the sentence.

He missed hearing it and their eyes met. He grinned half-heartedly at her, but the clouds were starting to clear from his eyes. "The kitchen," he said. "I could use a drink."

"I'll get it for you," Riza said.