A/N: Thank you to my lovely reviewers! ^)^ Continuing on with the series - Sloth.
SLOTH
Roy found himself leaning bodily against the inside of a telephone booth. The droplets of rain condensed and streaked lazily down the panes of glass.
He drew the back of his hand against his lips, where the faint taste of liquor lingered.
The ground gently swayed, and the pitter patter of rain was dampened by the walled confines of the booth.
His brow furrowed in strained recollection.
He vaguely remembered walking into the soft night drizzle and onto the illuminated streets of downtown Central.
He vaguely remembered the faint press of a kiss from some nameless, faceless woman, and the accompanying sink of guilt and loneliness that crept into his gut.
He vaguely remembered turning the woman away, the immediate sound of a sharp tsk!, and the click of his own footsteps as he left the bar.
The Colonel now leaned against the cold, glass pane of the booth while his right arm fished in his pockets for change. His eyelids curved oppressively, struggling to stay open, as he plucked the receiver off the cradle. The clink of change worked its way down the metallic interior, and he listlessly tugged at the numbers of the rotary.
It began to ring.
After several long moments, the tired, strained voice of the Lieutenant pushed through his earpiece.
"Hello…?" She answered, sleep still clinging to her voice.
His tongue felt heavy, as he struggled through his words. "Lieutenant…"
A pause stretched, as Hawkeye registered the familiar sound of Mustang's voice. A ragged inhale could be heard, before she expelled it with a sigh.
"I'll be there soon. Wait there, Colonel."
The distinct click at the end of the line, signaled the end of the conversation.
Roy kept the receiver cradled to his ear.
"...I love you." He finished slowly.