[ riza, in those few moments of silence, tries to wrap her head around what must be going thrugh his head. she can figure out the general sense of where his mind will go - from alchemy, to the truth, to the loss of his eyesight - and it's a brief second later that the real weight of it settles in her chest. the time, the lack of a war, roy - sitting in the dark - with just his thoughts. she bites on the inside of her cheek, then, a cheap way of hiding the sudden wave of panic that courses through her. biting back the fear itself.
it's a cheap move, knowing roy can't see it. knowing that familiar feeling of allowing herself the outward expression of it all because roy can't see her. it's not fair, none of this is fair, and when he squeezes her hand her eyes go down to where their fingers are now entertwined. briefly, she thinks back to central, to roy's tiny apartment, to nights spent n his living room simply giving him company to outrun exactly what he's probably trying not to think of in this exact moment.
so riza squeezes back, a simple, decisive moment. ]
Of course. [ said without even a moment's hesitation, with the kind of tone riza knows roy recognizes. absolute certainty, loyalty, like there isn't another place she could think to be. even at the face of more questions than answers, at roy's sudden loss of eyesight, at everything they've dealt with together over the years, there isn't anywhere she would rather be. and then, as if to try and lighten the mood- ]
[ his throat tightens, at the tone of her voice, the feeling of her hand in his. and he hates that he can't see her face, because roy can only imagine what is going through her mind. concern, guilt, frustration. fear. definitely fear, he can feel it, but all of that falls by the wayside at the tone of her voice.
into hell. no matter what. against all odds. they're alive, and still here, which is what matters. together, despite being dragged halfway across the universe, she's still here. he was stupid to doubt that she would leave now. ]
I never meant for us to go to hell.
[ he's not entirely sure why that is his response to her comfort, which bothers him, because roy is always so in control of what he says, and it falls out of his mouth before he can really think about it.
but after roy considers that, he sighs and settles himself back against the bedframe, still not letting go of her hand. it feels like a rope in the dark, knowing that she's right there. ]
[ she can feel him tense, though it's a near imperceptible feeling, at her attempt to lighten the mood. part of her is suddenly too worried about if she'd said something wrong, if she read his expression incorrectly. but when he does respond, that part of her fades. ]
I know. [ riza answers quietly. because she does. it is a good part of why she agreed to work for him in the first place, why she follows him to this day, and beyond. he is not looking for a fight, or a war, or hell - dragged up and put out on display all around them. they've survived all of those things, together. and she'd be willing to do it again.
that is when he shifts, moving to settle back against the bedframe, and riza quickly moves to settle with him. she knows, by his body language, by the grip he still has on her hand, that she's not moving any time soon - and she's okay with this knowledge, sliding out of her boots and moving into the space next to him, never once so much as loosening her grip on his hand.
and once she is settled, riza pulls their hands closer, setting them in her lap - his wrist settled on her thigh - and she brings her other hand closer, slowly running her thumb over the back of his knuckles. giving him the touch of both of her hands, so he can be aware of where they are. where she is. it is something she picked up from their first time through this, knowing how he prefered to know as much as he could without seeing, any kind of hint as to where she is, where her attention is.
the silence that settles around them in their room feels a little less heavy, she thinks, but she could be reading that wrong as well. ]
It feels as though your fever has broken, at least.
[ there’s a tension, at the sudden shifting of weight, but when roy feels riza sitting against him, he immediately relaxes. he shouldn’t; she’s in view of the door, and windows, and blocking him, and in whatever imaginary line of fire he envisions could descend upon them at any moment because of his condition. but she’s here, with him, and that’s what matters.
he’s acutely aware of her weight against him, his hand on her thigh, both of her hands on his. the weight in his chest doubles, a sudden anxiety forming at the thought, before roy decides that the effort of propriety is not worth the trouble, and he leans his weight against hers in return, resting his head against her temple. exhaling slowly. ]
I’m not sure which I prefer.
[ it’s an honest response, but also a tired one. ]
[ then again - she is also in a prime position to the door, the windows, the line of fire. she might have done that intentionally, putting herself directly where she can be most effective, because some things never change. some habits never break. roy is now - whether he wants to admit it or not - the weak point of the two of them, and riza steps in to space.
he is not helpless, she knows that. but she also knows - like there was before - that there will be a learning curve, and nothing will happen to him in that interim.
riza huffs a breath when he settles against her, thankful that he doesn't tense too much. that getting him to relax won't be too much of an uphill battle. that some part of this might even come easy. ]
You can think, and walk, and actually be a human being now. So I'd call that an improvement.
[ there’s another slow exhalation, his eyes remaining closed. there’s little point in them remaining open, at this point. ]
A modicum.
[ roy isn’t feeling very grateful, at the moment, though he knows that any improvement is worth celebrating and considering. still, he rarely allows himself to feel sorry for himself; roy supposes a few moments sulking will be well spent. ]
Thank you. [ finally, realizing roy hasn’t actually thanked her for taking care of him. ] I think you’re one of the few who didn’t actually get sick.
[ it's not a prime position to watch his expression, with his forehead pressed against her temple, and a good part of her wishes it was. wishes that she could at least see his expression, the slightest moments his face would shift with the new problem, just in case. but she also realizes that with his body along her side, his hand in her lap, there comes a point where maybe she is asking for too much.
still, her tone is amused, a bit breathy. ] A modicum is better than nothing.
[ at his thanks, riza pauses, considering the words. over the last few days, weeks, however long it's been, she hasn't found much time to really consider that. without much sleep, and whatever food she's gotten has been between errands, she hadn't had much time to notice. ]
I'm just glad someone wasn't sick. You and General Hughes can be quite a handful. [ said with a smile, of course - something he can probably feel with how close he is to her, the tone to her words. but then she exhales, relaxing a bit more where she sits, her fingers still running over the knuckles of his hand absentmindedly. ] But you're welcome.
[ he can tell; the tone of her voice, the movement of her face against his. the feeling of her hands against his, and there's a heavy weight in his chest . . . before he replays what she says in his head. you and general hughes can be quite a handful.. ]
[ he can tell. the second he asks the question, he can tell, and riza is suddenly second-guessing if she should have brought it up. except that for now, it's too late. he already knows. and riza simply exhales - not quite a sigh, but close. ]
He was. [ a pause, before riza brings herself to continue. ] His fever got to a point that he began to hallucinate. [ this is where roy can probably feel the tension building, crest, and then break as she sighs once more - giving in to the understanding that this will be shared. she will be telling him. he will know. ]
He called me Gracia. [ said more softly, her hands stilling where they'd still been running over the skin of his hands. ]
[ there’s a silence, at her admission, before roy matches her sigh with one of his own. The guilt he feels is nearly palpable, and he considers saying so, before he quells those emotions and instead speaks quietly: ]
I’m sorry.
[ it’s all he can think of to say, that riza had to deal with that, in addition to taking care of him. ]
[ her eyes close briefly - not exactly a safe move, considering she is the only line of sight in the room when it comes to possible assailants, but she takes the second anyway. just a moment, where her eyes fall closed and she takes a slow breath and is so, so, so thankful to simply have roy here. that she isn't doing this alone. ]
He's doing better. He'll get through this just fine.
[ and that is when riza's eyes open back up again, her eyes falling to him - how close his face is to her's - and then the door. she wants to be able to do more for him, to find a cure, to help him through this. her fingers slow to a stop over his knuckles. ]
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it's a cheap move, knowing roy can't see it. knowing that familiar feeling of allowing herself the outward expression of it all because roy can't see her. it's not fair, none of this is fair, and when he squeezes her hand her eyes go down to where their fingers are now entertwined. briefly, she thinks back to central, to roy's tiny apartment, to nights spent n his living room simply giving him company to outrun exactly what he's probably trying not to think of in this exact moment.
so riza squeezes back, a simple, decisive moment. ]
Of course. [ said without even a moment's hesitation, with the kind of tone riza knows roy recognizes. absolute certainty, loyalty, like there isn't another place she could think to be. even at the face of more questions than answers, at roy's sudden loss of eyesight, at everything they've dealt with together over the years, there isn't anywhere she would rather be.
and then, as if to try and lighten the mood- ]
into hell, remember?
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into hell. no matter what. against all odds. they're alive, and still here, which is what matters. together, despite being dragged halfway across the universe, she's still here. he was stupid to doubt that she would leave now. ]
I never meant for us to go to hell.
[ he's not entirely sure why that is his response to her comfort, which bothers him, because roy is always so in control of what he says, and it falls out of his mouth before he can really think about it.
but after roy considers that, he sighs and settles himself back against the bedframe, still not letting go of her hand. it feels like a rope in the dark, knowing that she's right there. ]
But I remember.
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I know. [ riza answers quietly. because she does. it is a good part of why she agreed to work for him in the first place, why she follows him to this day, and beyond. he is not looking for a fight, or a war, or hell - dragged up and put out on display all around them. they've survived all of those things, together. and she'd be willing to do it again.
that is when he shifts, moving to settle back against the bedframe, and riza quickly moves to settle with him. she knows, by his body language, by the grip he still has on her hand, that she's not moving any time soon - and she's okay with this knowledge, sliding out of her boots and moving into the space next to him, never once so much as loosening her grip on his hand.
and once she is settled, riza pulls their hands closer, setting them in her lap - his wrist settled on her thigh - and she brings her other hand closer, slowly running her thumb over the back of his knuckles. giving him the touch of both of her hands, so he can be aware of where they are. where she is. it is something she picked up from their first time through this, knowing how he prefered to know as much as he could without seeing, any kind of hint as to where she is, where her attention is.
the silence that settles around them in their room feels a little less heavy, she thinks, but she could be reading that wrong as well. ]
It feels as though your fever has broken, at least.
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he’s acutely aware of her weight against him, his hand on her thigh, both of her hands on his. the weight in his chest doubles, a sudden anxiety forming at the thought, before roy decides that the effort of propriety is not worth the trouble, and he leans his weight against hers in return, resting his head against her temple. exhaling slowly. ]
I’m not sure which I prefer.
[ it’s an honest response, but also a tired one. ]
At least I can think, now.
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he is not helpless, she knows that. but she also knows - like there was before - that there will be a learning curve, and nothing will happen to him in that interim.
riza huffs a breath when he settles against her, thankful that he doesn't tense too much. that getting him to relax won't be too much of an uphill battle. that some part of this might even come easy. ]
You can think, and walk, and actually be a human being now. So I'd call that an improvement.
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A modicum.
[ roy isn’t feeling very grateful, at the moment, though he knows that any improvement is worth celebrating and considering. still, he rarely allows himself to feel sorry for himself; roy supposes a few moments sulking will be well spent. ]
Thank you. [ finally, realizing roy hasn’t actually thanked her for taking care of him. ] I think you’re one of the few who didn’t actually get sick.
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still, her tone is amused, a bit breathy. ] A modicum is better than nothing.
[ at his thanks, riza pauses, considering the words. over the last few days, weeks, however long it's been, she hasn't found much time to really consider that. without much sleep, and whatever food she's gotten has been between errands, she hadn't had much time to notice. ]
I'm just glad someone wasn't sick. You and General Hughes can be quite a handful. [ said with a smile, of course - something he can probably feel with how close he is to her, the tone to her words. but then she exhales, relaxing a bit more where she sits, her fingers still running over the knuckles of his hand absentmindedly. ] But you're welcome.
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How sick did Maes get?
[ quietly, murmured almost into her hair. ]
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He was. [ a pause, before riza brings herself to continue. ] His fever got to a point that he began to hallucinate. [ this is where roy can probably feel the tension building, crest, and then break as she sighs once more - giving in to the understanding that this will be shared. she will be telling him. he will know. ]
He called me Gracia. [ said more softly, her hands stilling where they'd still been running over the skin of his hands. ]
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I’m sorry.
[ it’s all he can think of to say, that riza had to deal with that, in addition to taking care of him. ]
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He's doing better. He'll get through this just fine.
[ and that is when riza's eyes open back up again, her eyes falling to him - how close his face is to her's - and then the door. she wants to be able to do more for him, to find a cure, to help him through this. her fingers slow to a stop over his knuckles. ]
You both will.