General Mustang's Office - Central, Amestris - Late Wednesday Evening

[tricksy_spy]

Aly was well aware it was just a bit pathetic to return to Amestris after only a few days.  But it was a long weekend for the holiday, and she didn't have other plans particularly.  The memories of the friend-filled Thanksgiving last year in Fandom were too close - staying there would just lead to moping, and if she went home, she wasn't certain

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[light_a_spark]

He'd sent the rest of his staff home, but Roy was still there and the door to his office was slightly ajar, the light falling into the empty office where his staff usually worked.

Roy was mulling over a document, reading it through for the fifth time to try and work out all the kinks.

[tricksy_spy]

Aly moved noiselessly across the outer office to lean against the doorjamb of Roy's office.

[light_a_spark]

Roy made an annoyed noise and dropped the report on his desk. Leaning back, he started to stretch only to stop as he startled and he stared at Aly standing there. "Did I fall asleep?"

[tricksy_spy]

"You're very tired, yes," she agreed, smirking at him.