Violent Leisure ch 3 pt 2/2

[forgottenlover]

This is where Maes, once again, wished he knew what to do. He wasn't prepared for anything like this before so what the hell made him think he would be after the small respite from earlier? Roy's wounds were more than skin deep and he had no bandages tight enough to stop the emotional bleeding from seeping through. Not that he would be able to suppress the flow anyway, ill equipped as he was. All he could do was try and hope for the best. And he hated himself for it. "I'm not really sure what to say. I can try to reason it out with you... You were attacked sexually. The body has certain responses to different types of stimuli, most of which are fairly common and go unnoticed. But then there are the stimulates that are more focused such as the ones for anger, pain, and pleasure. In your case your attack tripped many of your pain receptors corresponding with each wound received. But since this ended in a very vulgar extension of sexual intercourse then so too your pleasure receptors triggered. Simple touches on sensitive areas of the body can signal a pleasurable response. Even if the host body doesn't want to feel pleasure from a distressing situation the body is run by its sensations. There's nothing wrong with you enjoying some of what happened to you Roy, because your body was responding to the pleasurable sensations it was being fed."

For some reason, Roy found the little spiel that his friend was obviously pulling out of his ass to be rather funny and snorted, shaking his head as he laughed a bit. "Maes, that is a load of shit. I'm just overall fucked up if I nearly fucking melted when he bit me before he even managed to pry my fucking gloves off." He lifted his head to pin him with a look somewhere between amused and completely hopeless, though he sounded a bit pissy about it.

"What the hell do you want me to tell you Roy?! That you deserved whatever the fuck you got from bastard because he hit on one of your kinks? For fuck sake Mustang what the hell do you want me to say?!"

He closed his eyes and flinched back a little, ducking his head almost immediately, once more entirely subdued. "I don't know. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this..." He uncurled his hands, pulling back a little. "I'm sorry Maes..."

What had he done? What the holy hell had he thought he was doing yelling at the injured man like that?! He was drained and frustrated but he shouldn't have let that surface and burst out like that. It would only cause his friend more anguish and he was right because he just scared him. When would the suave intelligence man show the hell up for work within his mind because scared and hurting Hughes was doing a shitty job at being a best friend. He felt sick. "Roy..." He slid his hand to rest on the battered cheek, trying to convey his sorrow. "I didn't... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Please don't do that, I didn't mean it."

All work that had led up to that point in getting him to calm down was utterly destroyed with the little outburst, and he bit his lip, feeling fresh tears rising up in the backs of his eyes. "You shouldn't have to deal with me like this..." It was nearly a whimper and he flexed his hands a little, as though to resume his latched on state, before dragging them away.

"You shouldn't have had to go through this either. We're in a sinking boat and neither of us have life jackets." He lowered his voice as he leaned his face over Roy's head, pressing the man back into his chest. "Good thing we both know how to swim then. I didn't mean to yell at you, I shouldn't have. I'm frustrated at myself for not being able to do anything for you. I'm useless."

He leaned into the comfort after a second of stiffness, eyes closed tight to try and contain the tears, though the action was futile. "You're not... You're trying, you are... I just... I'd never... then this..." He shook his head, whimpering a little.

"Shhhhhh." He whispered into his friend's ear. "We're both sorry then... you shouldn't have to go through this alone. And what kind of friend would I be if I dare let you? Nope, you're stuck with me until the end. I've got to live up to my best friend title you know." His hand found it's way to the small of Roy's back where it began to rub along the spine softly, not wanting to put any pressure on his injuries.

He didn’t care about his injuries himself, so he just burrowed against his friend, taking hiccuping breaths that were almost sobs, and he snaked his arms to a better position to both be close and to grab. "You already are... And I'm a mess... but I'd never..." He shook his head.

With one hand currently busy stroking along Roy's spine he let his other drift back smooth over the damp hair. "I'm here to help clean you up then... but shhhh no more of that. It'll take some time but it'll be alright one day."

He lifted his gaze a little, shaking his head as he shivered. He had to get this out, because he felt his friend needed to understand. "I know... you're here... but he... I.." He paused, taking a rather shaky breath, whispering. "I was that kind of virgin Maes..."

If events of the day hadn't had the impact of a two-ton truck slamming into his gut then that statement sure did the trick. He stopped all motion and stared down at the trembling man in his arms with a fearful frown. Why had he thought that Roy... why the hell would he think anything like that about his friend anyway? No, best not to question himself too closely right now. He might come up with answers he really didn't want. He clutched Roy tightly against his chest and buried his face into the top of his head, not really being too gentle but definitely still mindful of the man's injuries. "I'm sorry Roy. So sorry. I... you... it shouldn't have been like that for you."

"He knew too..." He shivered, not minding the tightness at all. "And it... He was so damn happy about it..." He took a couple breaths. "It hurt so much..." He tightened his hands, clinging.

"Oh gawds. . ." His eyes widened with a sudden realization. It was amazing that he knew actually since he wasn't, by far means, leaning towards the other side of the field. It was just one of the useless and trivial tidbits of information he stored in those mental filing cabinets of information packed away in his mind. "No wonder you were... and the blood... he didn't... That bastard."

Of course, the sudden bits of incoherence didn't lift the veil of confusion that implied the man had apparently thought of something. "Maes?" He lifted his head a little to give his friend a bewildered look. He had been sure they'd already established Kimblee was a bastard by this point.

This was not his idea of a fun afternoon. Maes could feel the headache born of frustration and weakness creep into his forehead and moved a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to try to stave it off for as long as possible. How was he going to explain the dos and don’ts of safe male on male sex to his friend without being looked at with disgust? Of course the whole question of how and why he knew this... not his day. "The reason it hurt so much is because you weren't prepared for the assault."

Well, that explained a sum total of... well, nothing. "He lingered for over an hour, I'm sure that he knew what was coming before he did it Maes." He was bewildered enough that it came out reasonably solid. What the hell was his friend on about?

"No Roy... you weren't prepared for him to... I mean you have to be." Well this was going well. He had a feeling that no matter how he tried to skirt the subject there wasn't going to be any escape for him now. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut. He looked down at his friend thankful that he could focus on something other than those watery eyes. "When a male has sex with another man... well you know the way it works for women but it's different for a man... oh geeze. I feel like my mother trying to explain sex to me." He coughed but moved forward. "We both know that when you have sex with a woman they are... erm... slick?" He was mentally and physically cringing at this point. "They essentially make their own form of lubrication so it doesn't hurt either of the parties with the friction during sex... but ummm... with a man it's different. We don't make our own lubrication so some has to be added for it not to hurt either participant. Not to mention that the ‘entrance’ has to be stretched slightly so it makes it easier and more comfortable..."

He blinked a few times as that filtered into his mind, and he opened his mouth a little, only to close it as he peered into Maes' face for a moment. Then he said the first thing that popped into his head, still completely stunned. "How the hell would you know that?"

A slight crimson blush crept into his cheeks making him more or less look like a tomato, he had to turn his gaze to the side. Definitely should have kept his mouth shut. This wasn't the time nor the place to be discussing this at all and yet he'd brought it up as if it were nothing more serious than the weather reports. Somehow he figured he was going to either die of embarrassment or go to hell in a handbag. Whichever came first, he was prepared. "I... just know these things." Yes that was a very lame excuse but he wasn't wanting to subject Roy to the real reason.

"You... you..." He sort of stared, eyes widening a little, and he was genuinely speechless. He leaned up, eyeing Maes as though he was some complex formula that he'd somehow missed in his studies. "How did I not know this?"

Maes truly wished that the heat he felt searing his cheeks would consume him on the spot. This was beyond embarrassing. He never really intended to tell Roy about this side of him. He was a happily married man with a little girl, there was no room for this side of him. Damn it, did he have to look at him like that?! He felt so small and disgusting though he knew Roy didn't mean anything by that look. "Be... because I never told you. It's not something you just let on to someone at work. Even if they are your best friend." He resumed looking away finding an interesting spot on the covers that looked like it needed stared at for, oh... ever.

Roy huffed a little and shook his head, still staring at him. "You are such a stupid idiot sometimes! You could have told me this. Who knows what could have been different." Still more than a little in disbelief, he just sank back to his former cuddled position.

Now it was Maes' turn disbelieving eyes onto his friend. That was a bloody odd thing to say even if it was Roy Mustang that said it. And that man came up with some of the most inane things in Central... probably the country. The things that would come out of his mouth and he'd look like he was serious while he said it. It was disconcerting. "What the hell do you mean by who knows what could have been different?! And hey!" He huffed himself and squeezed lightly. "Watch who you're calling an idiot."

He sighed deeply, making no attempt to move again, hands resuming their clingy grip now that the shock had worn off. "Just because I never did anything never meant I wasn't curious. So I'll call you an idiot if I want to." He muttered this directly into Maes' shoulder.

It took a long time for him to stop gaping. He opened his mouth once or twice trying to come up with something to say only to close it again and shake his head. Though he'd thought his friend might have been inclined to both sexes as he was but now that he was faced with actual proof, well it was a bit hard to swallow all at once. "Wonders never cease where you're concerned Mustang." He laughed quietly.

"And you are an idiot." He would much have preferred that his friend showed him these things instead of a sadistic rapist. After all the man had been the only one he'd ever really thought of that way at any point that was male, so he'd never done anything, and now look where he was. His life really sucked sometimes, it truly, honestly sucked.

"Yeah but I'm your idiot and you're mine. Some team we make." He huffed while loosening his hold on the injured body. "Oh well, so we've firmly established we're both dopes. Anything else that should come out now that we're both relatively embarrassed and in a situation where we can't run for the hills?" He was desperately trying to make the red in his face disappear, but so far it wasn't working. Actually it was getting worse, creeping down his neck.

There was an extended pause, in which he more or less tried to keep Maes' grip on him tight. He didn't care if it hurt at the moment, the security of the firm hold was making him feel better. "So it doesn't always... hurt like that?"

"It's not supposed to hurt. True there is some discomfort because let's face it, usually nothing is supposed to go there. That's where the preparing comes in. To make sure that neither experience more discomfort than possible, since it's supposed to be an act to bring pleasure to both parties. So one or both go through a process of working themselves to both receive and give that..." He wondered idly and with a smile if his mother could explain this better. She always was one to plunge headfirst and knee deep into something. It was both a blessing and a curse but least she got the job done... he just wished he could do the same.

"A simple no would have worked just fine Maes." He lifted his head, sliding a hand up to shut him up. "I just... I couldn't see how anyone would want that. You don't have to go into details, really." He gave him a frail smile, though it quickly vanished, and slid his hand away again, leaning his forehead against his neck.

"I seem to have the famous foot in mouth disease. Sorry, I just get carried away at times. You ought to know this by now and should word questions very carefully around me." There was a slight smile in his voice as he settled himself back against the pillow. "One of these days my mouth will get me into real trouble."

He lifted his head, tangling himself more firmly with his friend. He didn't care if he was half-naked, or that he was hurt. The entire not thinking thing had kicked in. "You act as thought it never has before. I'm sure Hawkeye nearly shot you more than once for it."

Maes shook his head slowly, chuckling. "Details, details. Besides, I didn't even do anything wrong in that situation! I swear that woman gets an unnatural pleasure in threatening people. Love her for it because what would Hawkeye be if not dangerous?"

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad she didn't come check on me this time, that wouldn't have been pretty..." He shook his head, rearranging so he was sprawled over Maes' chest with a pile of blankets on top of him. It had to be overly hot to the other man, but Roy was almost snug.

Though Maes didn't seem to be embarrassed much anymore his blush didn't seem to be going anywhere. If anything it was spreading. He almost sent himself into a fit of laughter when he realized exactly what it was. He titled his head back and stared down at his contented friend with a bemused smile. "Warm enough yet? Good, but either I'm going to have to loose the shirt and socks or I'm going to cook! Geeze you and your heat."

He actually seemed to debate about that, chewing on his lower lip a bit. It was like he'd taken a bit of a step back in time, as he hadn't done some of these mannerisms since before we went to Ishbal. He'd been so much less confident back then. Then he moved a bit, keeping his arm around him. "Fine, but don't go anywhere."

"Now why would I do that?" He asked still bemused with the situation. He managed to sit up without jostling his friend too much, peeling the slightly damp shirt off his skin. The buttons would suffer later, but he didn't really care as he tossed the material to the floor. Going after his socks was a bit trickier but with a slight turn to the left and maneuvering he had both wrenched off and beside the shirt in little time. He snuggled back down against the mattress and readjusted his arms around Roy.

Roy was back on him in an instant. Without the shirt in the way, the slight chill that Roy was trying so hard to rid himself of actually evidenced itself. The man always had been a living ice cube. It was little wonder he was addicted to warmth. "You're sweaty."

"Imagine that. Me sweaty after being covered to the nines in both cover and a heat producing best friend in eighty something degree weather. Surprise, surprise." He muttered humorously taking the opportunity to shake his head at Roy's weird nature. "It's not so bad, the heat, like this. Kinda comfortable. But I have a feeling by the time we get out of this bed we're both going to need a shower and the covers will have to be washed."

"I'm not sweating." In fact, the only time he ever did seemed to be when it was cold out. It was a weird quirk in his makeup. He nuzzled back against him, since he no longer had a shirt to cling onto he had to find some other method to firm his grip. He looped one arm behind Maes' neck, and the other around his shoulder, and apparently found that satisfactory as he rested against him again.

"You. Are. Not. Normal. But oh well, life wouldn't be half as interesting if you were." He wasn't surprised by the closeness and the method in which his friend achieved it. No, but he was by how completely natural and beyond comfortable it was to be this close. Why hadn't he discovered this little pleasure years ago when they'd shared beds while traveling around? Would have been nice to know that you could get this kind of creature comfort by just laying with your best friend... yeah.

"I can't be normal if I want to survive you and your obsessive pictures. Who did you show pictures of before you stumbled over Gracia anyway? I never figured it out." And he'd always been annoyed by that. He'd actually wanted to see what the hell he was showing everyone back then, and now that he didn't much care for it, he couldn't get the damn things out of his face.

"Oh...erm, well..." This was a bit embarrassing as well, but since Roy didn't automatically shun him when he revealed his preferences in partners... well he supposed he could come loose with some of the content of a few of those pictures. But that didn't mean he had to tell him exactly what they were of. "Well most of them were harmless. Back in school they were of the various girls you and I dated, landscapes, our parents. Then when we reached the military it became more of an obsession. I took pictures of things I liked, wanted to study, or just wanted to look at one day for a laugh." He cleared his throat. "But some were shown only to a select few. Those were my most precious. Remind me to show you a few one of these days. I'm sure you'd get a kick out of most of them."

"Why didn't you ever show them to me back then when I wanted to look at your pictures?" He was firmly distracted, and the topic seemed to be drilling Maes for answers he'd wanted for a long, long time.

"Because I was young? Because I was still learning my obsession? I don't know... maybe because I didn't want to alienate you with some of what I captured." He shifted uneasily and tried to change the subject. He wasn't to happy where this was going to lead. "And what?! You don't enjoy my pictures now? I should feel hurt you know."

If nothing else, this conversation was proving to pick at a vast range of things that Roy really wished he'd known before the disaster the day before. "What could you have possibly taken that you didn't want me to see so badly? Hm?" He leaned up a little, meeting his eyes willfully for the first time that morning.

"Nothing! ...Er, absolutely nothing. That sounds like a good answer." He smiled nervously and tried to look anywhere but Roy's face. "No comment works better in this situation because we both know it was something but I don't want to say."

"Which by no means indicates to me that I will not find out." He shifted his grip so he could lean closer, tilting his head to pin him with a rather intense gaze. For the moment, he'd regained a bit of determination and drive apparently. "Now, what was on those pictures that worried you so much?"

The smiled had faded into a worrisome chew to his bottom lip. Why the hell did Roy choose now to become more like his old self? The one time he thought he could get by with letting a small portion of himself free to the wind and Roy turns around and pins him with that look. Oh, he would have to repay him for this... with something worse than family photos. Much worse. But for now, since there was no escaping, he submitted to the cause. "A lot of them were of you and some of the other guys from school. Then they turned into some of the officers around the barracks... Umm... nothing too bad really. Just photos of people." There he'd said it. Of course he kept the content of the pictures to himself. Many of them were rather intimate. Well, for most it was just the perspective not true intimacy but still they were private.

"When did you manage to take pictures of me?" He blinked a few times, slipping sideways into bewilderment. He didn't remember Maes ever wielding a camera on him back then. Of course, that explained why he hadn't showed him... but his curiosity wasn't abating.

"It's amazing what you can do when no one notices, Roy. I can remember the first time I actually caught you on camera unawares. Was a complete accident actually. I'd been walking home from the market and seen you out back. You didn't notice me when I waved and that got me to really look at what you were doing. You seemed so out of it sluggish. You were looking up into the sky, at or for what I don't know but you were entranced. I couldn't help it… you looked so at ease. I snapped the picture without really thinking and went on home. It wasn't until much later that I realized exactly what I'd done and what I had captured." He smiled. "Bet you won't believe that your picture is what fueled my desire to take more."

"I am the cause of the evil hobby?" He paused, looking somewhere between pride and absolute and utter mortification. It wasn't fair! Fuck, nothing was... His mind rather abruptly spun back in another direction, the one he didn't want it going to. He'd always adored the sun... Hell, one of the first things that he'd heard Kimblee tell him when they met was that he was made for fire... It had been such a compliment at the time...

The facial expression on his friend changed so quickly that Maes could have swore the man was possessed. He didn't mean to upset him so badly with his revelation but apparently being the parent of something as unhealthy as obsessive photography... well it was just weird and disheartening. Photography was one of the few joys he carried with him from his childhood. "It's not evil... but I suppose it could be a bit oppressive at times. Didn't really think you minded it that much. Sure you'd complain when I kept bombarding you with family photos of my angel but it was all in good fun." Maybe it was time to restrain himself when it came to his photos. Maybe they were getting a bit out of hand…

He blinked, trying to refocus on the topic at hand. "Hm? It's an office hobby to hide from you in picture mode is all." He sounded distracted, and it was suddenly obvious that his mind was nowhere near the topic they'd been talking about scant seconds ago.

Maes unlatched one of his hands to press against his friend's cheek lightly. "Then what has you so upset then? You look like someone ran over your puppy." He was starting to think that shutting up and going to sleep would do them both some good. If anything it would stop him from saying something stupid again... and it would stop Roy from thinking period.

"I used to like staring into the sun. I never really thought about it before... and I remembered a... compliment... that I got." He didn't seem all that sure that it was a compliment anymore. "At least it seemed like one then, I'm not sure anymore."

There was a since of foreboding Maes got from that statement. The uncertainty he heard was a dead give away that it was said by the one person that Roy shouldn't be thinking about. He'd tried so hard to pull his friend away from the bad memories and in the matter of moments it was all brought down by a photo. Sometimes he wondered how he remained Mustang's best friend. He was screwing up at every turn. Bad day was an understatement. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out who said it then." He nearly growled as he spoke but tried very hard to keep his tone light and low.

"No, I suppose it doesn't. There are allot of things he said that I'm not sure I should have been taking as compliments, but I did anyway at the time." He sighed, refocusing his eyes on Maes with some effort. "So, why did you take pictures of me anyway?"

The switching to an fro was beginning to give the taller of the two a headache. He staved it off as best he could but it was starting to become a strain on his nerves. He just hoped that he wouldn't snap again. That was another thing that didn't need to happen. With a deep breath he forced a wane smile and remembered yesteryear. He never really examined the how’s and whys of what he did, he just did them. Of course there had to be a reason he started and a reason he kept going... he wasn't sure he wanted to tell Roy that. "We've been best friends practically all our lives, seen each other everyday. We were inseparable and we both knew each other better than brothers, but after that first photo... I began to see something that I never saw in you before. Something deeper and less guarded. I know it was an invasion for me to just take the pictures without you, or anyone really, knowing but I wanted to find what I'd missed in you since the day we met. It was like... well it was and obsession."

Roy blinked, leaning up to study Maes' face once again, though it wasn’t the almost dissection-like look that the last one had been, more like... curious. "Were there many?" Though he was giving the other man a headache, it was nothing through his own efforts to wade through his jumbled thoughts. He latched onto this line of thought because it was making him feel better.

"You're kidding right?" He sniggered. Honestly did Roy think that the hundreds of pictures he takes of his baby girl was just something he did since she was born? Hmm then again he might since he never shared his other works with him. "I've taken thousands. You have your own box or three in my collection. I never stopped taking pictures of you."

A few rather baffled blinks followed that. He had the feeling that he should find that creepy. He really truly did, but... he didn't. "And you never told me about this. Why the hell did you never tell me about this?"

"Besides the obvious fact that it's very unhealthy past time I have and that it makes it look like I stalk you? Gee I wonder why." He replied sarcastically. "To be honest it was my little secret that I didn't want anyone to know about. I would have told you, should have told you, but... but there was this little voice in the back of my mind warning me against it. Telling me that if I did then somehow we'd never be friends again. I listened to it tell me that you would maim me for doing something so violating... and don't say that taking photos isn’t violating because I know better. The camera sees things people don’t when they look at the same scene. It picks up more than live action. I've seen things about people that I'm sure they never wanted anyone to know." Great, he was making himself feel bad. He was beginning to think of himself as some leech. Perfect.

Roy narrowed his eyes a little at him. "You can be such a bastard sometimes, y'know that? You make it sound like I would have tried to make you quit." He snorted, shaking his head, then he squirmed back down to a more comfortable position. Stupid idiot, didn't know he was one of the few people he'd ever been seriously interested in, and hid relevant shit like this from him. That would be like finding out that Hawkeye secretly had a stash of sex toys that she fantasized about using.

"Well wouldn't you have?! It is a bit creepy having someone snap photos of you all the time without you knowing." He sniffed rudely. Leave it to Roy Mustang to turn his reservations against him. It made him feel twice as bad for not having told him years ago. Then again he actually expected this sort of reaction. It was just like him... it was so him. Stupid jerk.

"No, I wouldn't have. It's not like you can really sneak up on me anymore, but at least now I know what you were doing some of those times you were hovering around." He shook his head, then nuzzled into his shoulder, tightening his grip a little. He was sure things would be different if he had known about this mess. At the very least his mind would be on firmer footing.

"You'd be amazed how easy it is to sneak up on you Mustang. Stop being so cocky." Maes nudged his friend with his chest. “But I should have told you. Things could have been different for a lot of things if I hadn't been so selfish and afraid. One of these days you'll forgive me for being an idiot."

"I'll think about it... And just because I don't always admit I see you lurking doesn't mean I don't notice." He shook his head, then rested his cheek against Maes' chest. The man had always been so warm. A fact that worked against him when he wanted Roy to leave him alone in the middle of the night while they were on assignment over the years. "You're warm."

Maes didn't know whether to laugh himself silly or smack his best friend over the head. The man was being an absolute brat and though it wasn't irritating, it was annoying. How that worked he wasn't exactly sure. Absently his hand began to glide along Roy's spine in a semi-petting motion as he stared at the wall on the other side of the bed. There was so much to think about now; Kimblee, the attack, their insights to one another, what would happen now, why the hell this didn't tear them apart... and why he didn't want this to end any time soon. "Glad to know I'm a nice heating pad." He sounded far off, lost in thought.

"At least you aren't doing your best to squirm away from me like you usually do when I get cold." He huffed, closing his eyes a little as he focused on the gentle motion along his back. It felt nice. Soothing. He needed that at the moment.

"Hey! I don't squirm... much. But you have to give me some credit. I knew I was like this... I didn't know then that you kinda harbored an interest in this side of life. Give me a break. I was nervous and very scared I would do something we might both regret. So shut it Mustang and go to sleep." He breathed out like some five-year-old that hadn't gotten his way. Really the man could be so annoying. But he loved him anyway. Why else would he put up with him after all these years? "You're a handful but I wouldn't like you any other way."

"I never said I had an interest in that side of the tracks. I only had an interest in you." He snuggled closer, relaxing into his best friend as he let his eyes close fully. "Idiot."

"Shut up already and let me have my dirty man moment." He kidded through a yawn. "And how can you be interested in me? I’m the most boring person you know."

He just snorted softly and tightened his grip to a nearly uncomfortable point as he settled down to sleep. "Cause you're you. Keep petting and I might be able to sleep." It was a mutter, already half asleep.

With that he did laugh but kept it as low as humanly possible because he wanted his friend to get some semblance of rest. "And thus the great Colonel Roy Mustang admits to being a kitten in the sack. I think I'll cherish that bit of information for the rest of my life." His mouth turned upwards into a devious grin. "And lord it over you whenever I possibly can." And by no means did he plan on stopping his caress now that he knew his friend enjoyed it so much. It was something that he enjoyed doing. Maybe he was a bit lecherous after all because he couldn't help wanting to know if he petted long enough... would Roy purr? Well that was neither here nor there so he quickly pushed aside that train of thought and focused on two things: Continuing the gentle pet and getting his friend to rest peacefully.