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[youresoshort]

Who:: Roy Mustang (youresoshort) and Riza Hawkeye (gunpowderreason)
What:: The cherry on top of the cake. It's been a long couple of weeks for these two. WHERE ARE THE HAYATE CUDDLES
When: Todaay
Where: Room 5-1
Warnings: Possible mun sobbing, hugging, breaking down, idk.

Comments

;______; I'm so sorry

[gunpowderreason]

"Good." Her tea was too hot, or perhaps she was just too tired. She molded her voice (and expression, out of habit) to fit his, as perfectly flat as it always was when he took on that tone. "Perhaps then Barry will finally take a hint."

What they needed was a moment to relax...to regroup. Things had been thrown at them hard and neither of them had had a moment to catch their breath before taking another hit. It was safe here. There was no battle to be fought, no tapped lines, nothing lurking the shadows, no clear and present danger to threaten anyone they protected...no strategic plans, no one to watch, no reason to carefully measure and weigh every small word and minute action. It was only in these moments when Riza felt the full weight of how they lived their daily lives. It was heavy--she shrugged physically, and the scars on her back pulled taut at the movement. Of course it was heavy; it was her own doing.

But for now, she decided, they were going to take a voluntary break before the strain broke them both.

"It will be over in a few days." Stated like a fact. She turned and let her knee brush against his, warning him she was going to touch him, and helped him out of his jacket in a practiced fashion born of repeating this same movement every day, in an office that faced east over the city. She hesitated a moment as she laid it aside before unsnapping the clip that held her hair tight against her scalp, shaking it loose.

"Sir..." Are you all right?