Thirty-sixth snapshot [Accidental Video]

[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes' back is to the PCD as he kneels on the ground, carefully putting children's books away on a small shelf. A rather large stack of books rests in the crook of one elbow. He's singing very quietly, a lullabye. The top shelf is only half-full and the books keep trying to tip. Maes has nearly finished filling it when he puts several in too

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[arrayed_back]

[She's just going to the kitchen to make some coffee, but this takes precedence. Without a word, Riza kneels on the floor, starting to gather up the books on one side of her, the photo albums on the other side.]

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[brig_gen_maes]

[He's sorry about the mess, Miss Hawkeye.]

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[arrayed_back]

[If this is the worst mess he can man, then he's not a problem at all. So she keeps cleaning. After all, what can she say? "I'm sorry for your loss" is only a string of words, and while the meaning may be there, how many times has he heard it? Sometimes just another person's presence could work wonders.]

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[brig_gen_maes]

[True. And he'll be appreciative and still feel guilty at the same time.]

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[bloodseal_soul]

...

[... god, he's never seen Maes like this. He's seen him drinking and depressed, angry and worried, but never like this. Not looking like he's about to cry. Not looking like he's about to fall apart.

Al shuts his eyes for several seconds, then opens them.]

Chamomile, jasmine, or coffee?

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[brig_gen_maes]

[There's a quiet pause as Maes considers the PCD, and how he feels like he's letting people down with this.]

Chamomile.

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[bloodseal_soul]

[Al's certainly not Ed, but he's capable of physically knocking sense into someone. :/ Ohhh that notion. Al would not be happy.]

I'd be willing to deliver.

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[brig_gen_maes]

[That's possibly not what Maes needs, but he's done it himself before, so he knows how it goes.]

I'd like that.