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Roy waited by the door, his coat in hand. It had been one hell of a night, a lot had happened. His mind was buzzing with all the new information it held. He ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair, sighing. His eyes wandered everywhere in the room except for the blue ones that beaconed for his attention. He knew that after everything that happened that night, he needed to clear his mind. He needed to breathe. His mind flashed to memories of earlier in the night; hesitant lips and wandering hands. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” 

“Okay, okay..”A small smile came onto the dark haired mans lips. He shifted only slightly as the other nuzzled into his chest. He gave a sigh of content. It was a autumn evening, and the two were curled up on the couch. Some cliché horror movie was playing on the screen, but none of that mattered to Roy Mustang. The only thing that matter was the blonde man held in his arms.