Their relationship is far too bound up in their personal and professional restraints, but he does what he can. Mild RoyxRiza ficlet.
But he did what he could, in little ways.
He watched her as she bent, stiff and formal as ever, to file the last sheaf of paperwork. By happenstance, when she straightened, their eyes met, and for a second neither of them broke the gaze.
These moments had always been the closest they ever got to a kiss. The chains of duty and honor--and maybe a little fear--kept the two of them apart as well as together. But he could do little things.
"Lieutenant," Mustang said.
"Sir?" Hawkeye had been working well into the night for over a week now. It was time to put a stop to this.
"Take tomorrow off," he said. At the look of protest in her eyes, he added, not letting his stern mask slip the slightest bit, "That is an /order/, Lieutenant."
Their eyes met again.
"Sir," she said, and that was that.