[Riza is annoyed. Now that last week was over, she realizes how much this week sucks.
Hence the image of the bed in her and Roy's room. Yes, she has untucked all the sheets and rolled them up onto the mattress.]
They smell of smoke and sex and I will not sleep on them until I can only smell soap and your sweat and tears.
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She said those things, quite publicly, and yet she has no idea that Faye still has the ring that was meant for their wedding day, and... Oh shit he'd had sex with Faye in their bed.
Hiding in the study is only going to make it worse in the end, and it's with very quiet steps, and an incredibly apologetic smile that he shuffles into the bedroom.]
Ah... Let me get those, hmn?
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[She's just going to sit over here and brush her hair.]
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He stares at her for a while, pulling a face and going to collect the sheets. He'll just be off in the front room actually for a moment. Drawing an array. It's all just particles right? He can clean them off.]
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No alchemy.
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But..!
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Sigh.]
Fine. But I still want to smell soap.
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Alright.
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He tries to stay neutral as he wanders back into their room, taking a deep breath and moving to sit on the bed, as close as he can be to her.]
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Wounded puppy dog look, get?]
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A sigh, and he rubs his face, leaving his hand over his eyes.]
It's not like I had any choice about this, Riza.
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Riza stays.]
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When he speaks, he almost wishes he didn't. He can hear the desperation in his voice, the dryness of his throat, the fear.]
Riza...
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...I know.
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