Mustang yawned and leaned away from his desk, stretching and wincing as his back cracked. He was finally done with all his paperwork, and Hawkeye hadn't even had to threaten him with the wrong end of one of her guns to make him work on it. Roy glanced up and over to the clock that was hanging on the far wall, but before he could read the time, a blob of red snatched his attention away.

Edward's coat was still laying abandoned on his leather couch. Standing up, Roy stretched again and made his way over to the piece of furniture. He plucked the red fabric from its resting place, shaking it out and refolding it neatly to lay across his arm. Now that he was done with all his paperwork, the Flame alchemist could finally slip out of his office for a break and go return it to the teenager without having to worry about Hawkeye chewing him out on his return.

Before Mustang could make it to the door, however, it was thrown open from the other side. It took him mere seconds to formulate a greeting for the new arrival standing in the doorway. "Ah, Fullmetal. For once, your short notice on barging into my office is welcomed. I was just about to come looking for you," the ebony haired man raised the arm that the red cloak was draped across as explanation.

For the most part, Edward ignored the implied blow to his height in favor of scowling, yanking his jacket off of Roy's arm and whisking it back towards the couch. Roy watched the fabric flutter down to drape back over the arm of the leather loveseat with narrowed eyes. He turned his gaze back onto the blonde teen, but his biting remark never made it past his lips.

"Fullmetal, what happened?" Gloved fingers cupped and tilted Edward's chin upwards and to the right, fully exposing the shallow but still bleeding cut there. It was just under the teen's eye, and Roy traced his thumb over it, wiping the blood away, the white material of his ignition glove becoming stained red with the liquid. Ed allowed Roy to inspect the oozing wound for a few more seconds before smirking slightly and knocking the man's hand away. He wiped at his face himself before speaking.

"You're just proving my point right now, ya'know." Roy gave him a curious glance, moving back towards his desk to rifle through one of the drawers. "And what point might that be?" Finding what he was looking for, the man withdrew his hand from the desk drawer and made his way back over to the teenager.

"...nothing," Edward muttered, watching as the Colonel peeled the back of the adhesive, rectangular shaped bandage off and approached the blonde with it in hand. Angling Edward's face up again, he brushed the teen's bangs back and out of the way before placing the bandage over the cut. Ed didn't resist the attentive actions, but a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks in his embarrassment.

Roy, satisfied with his handiwork, turned back to his desk and sat down in the chair. Edward took the opportunity to walk up to the desk and maneuver the same notepad that he had previously flung at Mustang's head back in front of the man. He tossed a pen at Roy for the second time that day, also, but this time, the Flame alchemist caught it.

"What's this?" As a force of habit, Roy scribbled the date onto the top of the paper. "I want you to make a list of things that you know about me. And they have to be personal things, you can't just make it obvious stuff like blonde hair, automail limbs, crap like that." Golden orbs stared down and challenged onyx ones, and finally, Roy gave in. "Fine, I'll humor you this time, Fullmetal."

Except, once Mustang began, he found that he couldn't necessarily stop. The man had never realized how much information he had observed about the teen standing restlessly in front of him. Only when the Colonel tore the first page out of the notepad and went to start on the next one did Edward still his hand by plucking the pen out of his fingertips. Roy glanced questioningly at the teen, wondering why the boy had stopped him, but the younger alchemist wasn't paying him any mind.

"See? That's a full list, front and back, of things probably no one else knows about me, and you were all ready to keep going onto the next page." Ed's eyes flitted down the paper, scanning over what Roy had written down. "Hell, my own brother doesn't even know about some of these things." Roy narrowed his eyes, not sure if the last statement was supposed to be a compliment or an accusation. "Your point, Fullmetal?"

"My point, Mustang, is that you do make a good father figure, whether you like it or not."

Roy simply stared at him, so Edward blew threw a quick explanation.

"You put down stuff like, 'doesn't like automail being exposed', 'avoids hometown at all costs', 'can't swim', 'allergic to cinnamon and peanuts', and a bunch of other stuff that I've never once mentioned to you. And I know that my allergies aren't listed in my state medical file, because I technically sorta lied to the medical examiner and told him I had none, so you didn't get that information from anywhere."

When the older man still didn't say anything, the teen let loose an aggravated sigh. Ed was all ready to start another rant when Mustang dropped his face into a gloved hand and started laughing quietly to himself. Crossing his arms and scowling, a light blush covering his face again, the blonde waited for the man's response.

"You make no sense sometimes, Edward." Still chuckling, Roy leaned back in his chair and pointed a inscrutable grin towards the other male. Edward, more than a little miffed at this point, flung his arms into the air and growled out his frustrations. "Damnit, Colonel Bastard! Do I have to spell it out for you?!"

Before he could really start yelling though, Mustang shook his head, a smile still on his face. "No. I understand what you're getting at, Ed. And to say the least, I'm flattered that you'd see me in such a way. And while we're on the topic, please allow me to apologize for my careless words earlier. I'm assuming that it was something I said that upset you?"

It wasn't quite a question, but Edward was still taken aback by the notion of the apology. He rested his metal hand on the desktop with a dull thud, his flesh arm falling back down to his side. The false fingers tapped out a quiet beat as the teen tried to get his thoughts together. "Y-yeah. I guess it was. And, uh...I mean, sorry for throwing things at you earlier, too."

The end of the sentence was mumbled horribly, but Mustang caught the gist of it. Watching as Edward brought his metal hand up to his mouth to cover a yawn, his attention was once again brought back to the cut on the teenager's cheek that he had bandaged up. "You never did answer my question, Fullmetal."

Ed opened his eyes again and furrowed his brow, not realizing what Roy was referring to.

"What question?"

"What happened to your face?"

"Oh, yeah. That. Al and I were sparring and he got a lucky hit in is all. One of the spikes on his armor must've just cut into me." Another yawn was stifled behind his metal hand.

Nodding at the explanation, Roy picked the previously abandoned pen back up and began to doodle on the blank paper in front of him. "You know, it's still raining outside, Ed. If you want to crash on the couch and take a nap instead of walking back to the dorms, it'd be fine by me."

A hesitant, "Alright," was all he got in response before Edward made his way over to the couch and curled up on it, back towards the rest of the room. Sometime later, Roy glanced up from his doodles to look at the clock. He still had almost two hours till he could go home. His gaze flickered down to Ed's form when the teenager shifted slightly, crossing his ankles more and pulling his knees up closer to his chest.

'Probably cold,' Roy mused. Seeing as Ed had chosen to lay on top of his coat instead of putting it back on, the teen was still only in a tank top. Pushing his chair back away from his desk and standing up, Mustang quietly made his way over to the sleeping form. He stripped his own military jacket off, draping it over the teen's bare shoulders. Before walking back to his desk, however, Roy let a small smile overtake his features. He brushed a bit of the boy's bangs out of his face again, murmuring a soft, "Sleep well, kiddo," as he turned to leave.

When Edward was sure that Roy could no longer see his face, he opened his eyes and bit down on his lip, not quite understanding why his eyes were beginning to water in response to the man's action and words. Instead of dwelling on his own rather interesting emotional reaction, Ed simply took a deep breath in and reveled in Roy's scent. Smoke, aftershave, a hint of charcoal, and something else that was completely Roy all on its own. It was comforting to the teenager, and with the mixture surrounding him, he fell asleep much quicker than he normally would've.

With a little less than forty five minutes left until Roy needed to wake Edward and head home, Maes dropped into his office again. The man's noisy entrance was quickly shut down, however, when he took in the scene before him. A certain blond haired teen was curled up on Roy's couch, snoring lightly and mumbling incoherently every now and then.

Roy's military jacket was still acting as a blanket for the boy, and sure enough, when Maes glanced up to his friend, he was met with the image of Mustang in his white uniform button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fingers poised to snap, and murder in his obsidian eyes.

"If you wake him up, Hughes, I promise you're dead."

The head of investigations simply put his hands up in surrender. When he spoke this time, his voice was hardly above a whisper. "Easy there, Papa Bear," a sly smile worked its way onto his face and delight made his emerald eyes dance as he eased his way back out of the office. "How about I just come back later?"