Surprisingly – and thankfully – the boy had not attempted to escape from his military duties. However, what he found was a lot more astonishing: Edward seemed to have fallen asleep after sitting down on the couch, waiting for the Colonel who silently closed the door to observe the walls that hadn't suffered any aggressions. Turning his attention back to Edward, the black attire of the young boy made Roy notice that the bright red coat was currently being correctly hanged on the coat-hanger.
What could possibly lead the most prideful boy Roy had ever met to show himself so defencelessly in front of the man whom he had wanted to put in a hospital only a mere week ago? Wondering this Roy got closer, only to note that Edward's eyes were underlined with black circles, and the boy could almost look bare-bones, clear signs that he wasn't taking proper care of himself.
Roy looked around, also noting the new addition on his desk that was Edward's report, causing him to question why Edward didn't just drop the report and dash out of there considering his extended efforts to avoid his commanding officer. Had the boy been too tired to even head outside the office, or had he decided to talk with him? Roy had no way of knowing for now. He looked down on his slumbering youngest subordinate after checking the time. It was currently five in the afternoon, but Edward showed no signs of waking up soon. Perhaps he would just read Edward's report and go back home, leaving the young boy in this seemingly painful sleeping position.
Yes, that was a good idea that befitted the cold and calculative man that was Roy Mustang. He didn't need any attachment to his subordinates, it would only create weaknesses and drag him down, he thought as he headed for his desk...
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(Goddammit.) Roy truly had no right to ever judge Armstrong for being soft-hearted. "...How do I go about this?" He pondered; while he had the idea on setting Edward down in a more comfortable position for now, if the boy happened to wake up with Roy right in front of his face, Roy feared the damage to his attractive young face would be beyond what any degree of medical knowledge could salvage. And it's not like Roy even wanted to manoeuvrer automail around, either.
But his saviour arrived at that time; Riza Hawkeye opened the door to the office to check in on the mysterious and suspicious silence that was reigning in Roy's office, only to find Edward asleep and Roy looking at her with a finger in front of his mouth. "Ah Lieutenant, you couldn't have arrived at a better time. His position makes my back hurt just from looking at it, so set him down, will you?" Riza calmly closed the door, staring at Roy with assessing eyes as she approached Edward.
Slowly and gently, Riza put a hand on Edward's metal arm and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders to ease him down as she set his head on the armrest of the couch. "Sir, may I ask what's going on?" Roy only shrugged to that question to show he didn't really have an idea himself.
"It seems Fullmetal's accidentally decided to crash here while I was away." The Colonel sat down to his desk and grabbed the report. "You may go home, Lieutenant."
"But Edward seems..."
"Don't worry, I'll stay here until he wakes up at the very least." Upon the sight of her hesitation to leave the exhausted Edward alone, Roy had sighed and reassured her, which earned him a satisfied nod followed by a salute as Hawkeye left the office. That was a good deed done, that could possibly earn him a bullet threat less. Roy then remembered the coat that was still on the coat-hanger, and with another sigh, rose to drape it over Edward. "Even asleep you still manage to be a handful..."