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[She'll deal, if she'd wanted good coffee she'd have made it herself or stopped somewhere. There's a nod before she takes a sip of the coffee. Riza had never pinpointed when Al was from, but she knew Ed was going back to seeing Al for the first time in years.]

They are.

[She'd even told Ed that when Al had left.]

That's the only certainty for any of us.

[Roy makes a small noise of assent as he turns back toward the counter to grab a few napkins. He places them on the table, takes one and sets a pastry on it before he takes a seat himself.]

They both deserve it.

They've earned it. And considering how long they were separated, as far as Edward was concerned even if he doesn't remember it now.

[And she's back to her original concern.]

It could happen to any of us.

[She'd already left him once.]

[He nods slowly, lips pressed together. Ah, okay, there it is. There's what they're actually talking about. He can't lie and say that it isn't at the forefront of his mind either.]

I know. I hate to think we're stupid enough to let this slip away from us in Amestris. [It might take some doing, some real soul-searching, but they managed it here, so...] We would be crazy not to live our lives where we are.

Given how long it took us and that it took someone else pushing, I'm not so sure about that.

[She picks up one of the pastries and smiles.]

Who knows, maybe you're right and two years from returning we'll have come to our senses.

[Yeah, they're both stupid. It's hard not to know that. He puts his hand on the table, palm-up for her hand; he's not wearing gloves and the scars -- given to him twice over by Wrath -- are clearly visible. They're a reminder for him that, yeah, he can be really dumb sometimes, but all of that is in the past.]

I'm slowly learning that I can't fix the past. I can only do my best to make the future as good as I can. If I'm learning that lesson here, I can learn it in Amestris.

[Have a little faith, Riza.]

[They've both got enough scars to prove they've learned their lessons the hard way. Taking his hand, she gives it a squeeze. Such a small thing to feel comforted by, but it works.]

I'm going to find a way to hold you to that.

[She's put her trust in him all these years, it's not like she's going to back out now. Not at home. Not here.

Sorry Elios for adding to the imbalance, but a faint scent of gardenias fills the room as she takes his hand between the two of hers.]

I just don't want to leave or see you leave without telling you I love you. You can be the most frustrating man at times Roy Mustang, but I love you. And I want you to remember that as long as you can.

I hope that you will. [Hold him to his promises. She's always done it before and he hopes that this is not the one that they fall apart on.

He puts his free hand atop hers and he smiles -- not a smirk, not an over the top grin, but an actual smile.] I will never forget it. I think I have always lo--

[Uh. Something seems wrong.] Why has my coffee frozen over?

[Moodkiller.]

[As much as she's glad he didn't tease her, she wouldn't have cared. It would have made things normal as if everything was right in the world. It's still a pleasant surprise that they can both be open like this now.

Of course, she didn't expect the coffee comment.]

What?

[Sure enough, his cup is frozen solid and there are ice crystals on the pastries that are still in the box.]

I don't think I've seen that one before.

[He hadn't expected the coffee comment either. He pulls one hand away and lifts the coffee cup with a frown.]

I don't usually freeze things.

Does seem rather out of place for the great Flame Alchemist, doesn't it? That and it's not like we were...

[What they were doing certainly wasn't anything she'd associate with ice.
Oh wait.]

Wasn't there something on the crystals the other day about Elios being out of balance and freezing people?

Oh. [He makes a face in sudden realization: lips thinned, brows drawn together. Of course. Can't have a conversation like this without something interrupting.] I remember that now.

[A pause, then wryly:] Would you like iced coffee?

[It's them, of course, they can't. But the important part was said and understood in return so even if they don't finish this, they're good.]

I think you'll have to melt it for iced coffee. Right now it's a frozen pop.

[Especially if he still had a spoon in it.]

[He could melt it, but instead he tilts the mug toward himself, shakes his head, and starts laughing.

This is probably not the direction she anticipated this conversation going, but... Well... Coffee popsicle?]

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