Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
"You'll be up against the wall before you know it, Mustang, right where you belong, eating the bullets of a firing squad for breakfast."
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
Besides, no one ever said that tumultuous times had to begin with a fanfare.