[ 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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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.