It isn't like me to be so confused about my own actions.
Is it him... or is it what we did that I enjoyed so much?
I wasn't expecting him to take charge. I wasn't expecting him to take me by force. And... at first I didn't want it. At first... Hell would freeze before Roy Mustang surrendered supremacy to anyone.
... must have been a cold evening.
I felt naked in more than the obvious sense. Perhaps that is why I am so puzzled...
There's something frenzied and primal about being with a man. There's nothing soft or curvaceous about it. It's not sweet; it's rough and unforgiving.
I'm not sure whether or not I like the taste -- whether or not I would repeat it...
But one thing is for sure: I was drunk--he was drunk--but I remember every dirty detail. Just the memory of it is burning me up all over again.
This reeks of self-discovery, but it is a far cry from "discovering" myself. I know who the hell I am. I know what I like... until I try a new flavor.
I am a responsible man, and I can take responsibility for this. This had to be a mistake...
What the fuck has Vegas done to me?
Fullmetal, what is your current location? You're overdue for an ass-beating.