light_a_spark | Eastern Theatre, Eastern, Amestris

It was just a normal evening. A general sent to Eastern to do some inspections of the Eastern troops usually ended up getting bored in his evenings. The theatre was only a few blocks away from his hotel and Roy had been visiting it most evenings now. Sometimes even going to the same movie. He hardly got this much free time when he was back in Central.

At least, that should be how it looked. Going regularly earlier had hopefully thrown off anyone who might be watching. He didn't know if Aly would be able to make it. It'd been weeks since he'd last seen her, but she had been fine. Even if he knew without a doubt, that her communications were only covering half of what she'd been doing and he couldn't help worry.

It'd been the right decision to make, he needed someone he could trust down here and the person he used to rely on for these missions was gone. Aly was good, he was just failing terribly splitting his mind between the boyfriend and the General who knew to put his trust into his men, no matter what the risk.

He needed to be that General tonight.

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"Perhaps your age has damaged your brain," she replied, smirking as she looked up at the screen where the movie was playing.

Roy's attention stayed on her, however. Even if he was still trying to pick out how she was pulling this particular face off. "You're older than I am."

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Aly's eyebrow arched in amusement. "We were talking about you, General?"

"It was my brain you just insulted," Roy reminded her, shaking his head. "No respect for rank at all. It's such a shame."

"Why would I need to respect rank?" Aly asked sweetly. "People respect what they don't have, hmm?"

"That would explain a lot," he laughed softly and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to keep from reaching out for her.

"How are you liking Eastern?"

Her hand slipped over his knee to curl around his arm. "Reminds me a little of the southern desert at home. If we took away the city, that is."

"And the people?" he asked, reaching out to brush his fingers over her knuckles. "Have you been making a lot of friends? Any handsome men I need to worry about?"

"As many friends as one can when their family wasn't born here," Aly commented, smiling a little at the touch and wishing she could lean into him. This meeting in the theatre was a good idea but frustrating. "But you should see all the young men. I especially like the brown-haired ones."

"You like robbing the cradle? I never would have guessed," he smiled sideways at her. And it was beyond frustrating. She didn't even look like herself, but his fingers seemed to be trying to make up for it as he kept sliding them over hers and to the inside of her wrist, needing to touch her.

She chuckled, suppressing the noise as she closed her eyes at the touch. "You've always known that. Don't even pretend differently."

"But brunettes, they're so ordinary," he joked. Were they sure they couldn't just sneak off somewhere? Though, that'd still be awkward but he was willing to ignore the whole disguise thing if she was.

But wouldn't Breda notice? Though it'd be funny to watch him try to decide if he should tell Aly or not. "Don't be vain, Mustang."

"I'll be vain because I am justified to," he sniffed dismissively, but his fingers rubbed a slow pattern on the inside of her wrist and he honestly didn't care if Breda saw.

She shot him a look, knowing she should be pulling away but not quite able to. She missed him, okay?

No quip? He glanced at her, his fingers stilling against her skin as he met her eyes. It was dark, but that much was all her and he wondered how he hadn't known straight away.

Because he was stupid, that's why.

Aly pulled her hand back finally, shaking her head at him. "Reassured I'm fine now?" she checked, reminding herself to get the meeting back on track.

"No," he said stubbornly, because that involved a whole other level of touching and seeing her than they were able here. Obviously, he was failing whatever test this might constitute as.

"We're making progress."

She chuckled at his stubbornness, nudging her knee against his. "Stop worrying, Roy."

"You know I won't," he did sound amused and he shook his head. He couldn't help it, no matter how much he trusted her to pull this off.

He was failing at the General part, huh? He never had this problem with Maes... Oh, who was he kidding? He worried about all of his staff, this was just worse.

For all her arguments to herself, Aly was failing at forgetting how much she wanted to kiss him. Anyone other than Roy, and she'd have major issues with the fact that they seemed to not trust her, but Roy - the trust and the worry went hand in hand. It was sweet.

"How long are you in Eastern for?" she murmured.

"Another week," he raised an eyebrow at her. "More perhaps if I'm not satisfied with what I find." Or if her leads led them to something they could move on.