At least it works...

[burnedbyadoggie]

Roy lounges casually against the outside wall of the shooting range, just beside the exit, waiting for Jean to finish up. He'd tried to see him at the apartment a couple weeks back, but Jean was gone with no note posted and very little explination left with the tenants. Seems he'd gone in a bit of a hurry, which can't help but ignite some

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[burnedbyadoggie]

And to the car they go. It's a short and uneventful trip, besides small hassles with the wheelchair. Roy decides to hold off on more questions until they're comfortably inside with fewer distractions and escapes.

He gets out his keys to open up and steps back to let the others by. "Come in a settle down. My kitchen's free to you both," he says with a small welcoming grin. He'll move from the doorway once Jean's inside.

[outofthegame]

There's no smiles from Jean, he doesn't want to talk about this. In Jean's mind nothing good can come from this, he messed up big time and he's only made matters worse by hiding from Mustang. So, his only option is to delay the inevitable outcome.

After taking a quick glance around Mustang's apartment upon entering, he starts heading toward the kitchen. "What do you have to eat?"

[deadlywithguns]

Riza looked at Roy - something must have gone seriously wrong. She followed Havoc, inwardly berating herself for not seeing how much he'd been hiding during their meeting times. Not exactly the most observant or attentive of friends, was she?

"I could probably put together something, maybe some grilled cheese sandwiches?" Riza suggested, comfortable enough in the privacy of their secret to move without hesitation to the cupboard where the skillets were kept, revealing a familiarity with the layout.

[burnedbyadoggie]

Roy shuts and locks the door behind them out of habit if not precaution. He follows the pair into the kitchen and leans back against the wall beside the table, allowing Riza room to serve him. "I don't have much apart from that, to be truthful." He pauses and his gaze shifts to Jean. "There's a mostly full bottle of whiskey in the cupboard." And he is welcome to it. This isn't going to be pretty.

[outofthegame]

Since Hawkeye appears to be taking over the cooking, Jean starts working on finding that bottle of whiskey. Once he gets a hold of it, he looks at Mustang. "Where are your glasses?"

[deadlywithguns]

Riza glanced over at the men at Jean's question and set the butter knife down. "I've got it," she assured him, opening a higher cabinet that would have ben out of his reach to get a couple of old fashioneds off the middle shelf.

"Do you take ice with yours?" she asked Jean as she stepped to the fridge and put a couple small cubes in one of the glasses.

[outofthegame]

"I don't care, either way" Jean says. He moves, so that once she's finished readying the glasses he can take them from her and head over to the table.

[deadlywithguns]

Riza drops a couple in the second glass for good measure, then returns to buttering the bread for the sandwiches while the men gather around the kitchen table.

[burnedbyadoggie]

Roy pulls out a chair for himself and pushes another to the side to make plenty of room for Jean's wheelchair before easing into his place and leaning onto the table with his forearm. With Riza busying herself and drinks on the way, might as well jump right into it. He tries to meet Jean's eyes. "So. I take it she found you," he states more than asks and without a hint of pleasantry.

[outofthegame]

Jean nods, since it seems like she always finds him, but doesn't look up from pouring the drinks.

[burnedbyadoggie]

"And the apartment. She knows."

[outofthegame]

Jean glances at Mustang momentarily as he hands Mustang his drink, before looking back down and nodding again.

[burnedbyadoggie]

Roy takes the drink, but sets it before him without taking a sip. He expects Jean to be anxious in this situation, but Jean's level of discomfort feels out of place, unless there's more that Roy hasn't inferred. The fear in those eyes was unnerving. "You're too careful to lead her yourself. So how'd she do it?" he asks, hoping he can find Jean's additional issues.

[outofthegame]

Jean's quiet, choosing to down a good portion of his drink. He's still not looking at Mustang, studying his glass when he finally begins speaking. "Why the hell are they called Nexus LOLs, when there is nothing remotely funny about them?"

[deadlywithguns]

"Sometims one has to laugh simply to keep from crying, I suppose," Riza said quietly as she tended to the frying sandwiches and glanced over her shoulder toward the table.

[burnedbyadoggie]

Roy barely hears Riza over the general sounds of cooking, but he couldn't agree more. Flashback to Hughes as an angel. That was more of a breakdown than anything. So as not to be off topic in his thoughts, hadn't Jean been in the area around that time? Getting hit on was someho-Oh, shit. Had it not resulted in this, such a LOL would have been amusing, for certain. Now it was just oddly and horribly surreal. "The...chair?"