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Roy spent a moment just looking at the way Edward filled the space, framed. Despite the fact that he hadn’t quite crossed the threshold, his presence all but spilled into Mustang’s office. Blue, gold and fire, like always. 

“Clearly. I’m a terrible shot,” Roy quipped back, his smile irrepressible now that the reality had set in. 

It apparently hadn’t been enough to pass him with a quick salute in the halls on his return to Central. Nor had it been adequate to walk by his desk on the way to his own, taking note of the pile of books on one end, and the wild spread of mission reports across the rest. No, it had taken just one teasing jab to lure Fullmetal to his door, ready to give it back and then some. All of it seemed harmless, but they knew. It was why they could do it. Why they did it.