Paperwork [Roy x Hughes]

Inconvenience

inconvenience

As the colonel sat at his desk as usual he found himself avoiding signing his large stacks of paperwork yet again. He always put off doing his work until the very last second, or until Hawkeye came into the room.

Roy sighed and pushed his black pen across his desk with His finger repeatedly, in attempt to preoccupy his ever increasing boredom. As he pushed it across his desk again it rolled off the side of the desk and onto the carpeted floor, he sighed and reached his arm over the side trying to reach it, he pulled back without the pen as there was a brisk knock on the door. "Come in." Roy said, readjusting himself at his desk and grabbing a new pen.

The door swung open, slamming far back on it's hinges. The colonel sighed as his hyper friend walked through the door and up to his desk and leaned over against some piled up paperwork. "Hey there Roy-Boy!" Hughes chimed, grinning.

Roy sighed. "Hello Hughes..." He sat back in his chair, partially relieved it was someone more formal and not Hawkeye getting ready to blow his brains out. Roy was ready to hear Hughes rant, despite the fact there was little to no chance of it actually being about work.

"So, have you eaten yet?" Hughes asked calmly.

Roy raised and eyebrow with some surprise, he'd defiantly not expected to hear that. He'd more expected to be drowned in Hughes's long tedious rants about his daughter, not this... "What?" Roy asked sounding just as confused as he felt.

"you heard me, have you eaten yet? Ya know, lunch?" Hughes chuckled.

Roy shook his head unsure of what else to do. He was tired, he hadn't slept at all lately and didn't really feel like eating either.

Hughes smiled at Roy, more of a smirk really, it seemed out of place on Hughes face. "Wanna go get something to eat then? I'll buy."

Roy knew and trusted Hughes, that wasn't the issue. The issue was the fact he didn't want to eat, his normally pale skin was even paler then usual and the thought of eating made him feel sick. He wasn't taking care of himself, that was obvious. most nights after work it was just easier to go straight to bed instead of trying to ready food, but naturally without eating often, sleep became a rare thing and eating was almost impossible.

He shook his head again. "No. I'm fine thanks though..." He said with a half smile.

Hughes wasn't stupid though, something was wrong with Mustang, he had declined going drinking several times now with lame excuses and he rarely saw Roy eat, or sleep on his desk several times a day as usual.

"You sure?" Hughes pressed worriedly. The last thing he wanted to do was see his friend he cared for so deeply get hurt over something so simple.

"Yes, I'm sure Hughes." Roy growled, getting a little annoyed. Hughes frowned and stared at the Colonel for quite some time before finally looking down at the papers on his desk.

He couldn't do it. He had to say something. "Roy...." Hughes said coldly, still showing care and concern. "What are you doing? What's wrong?"

Roy's eyes widened. "You don't eat, or sleep here, you seem so tired everyday... You aren't looking so good Colonel." Hughes said with a frown.

Hughes watched Roy as he sat in his chair, clearly wanting the conversation to end. Before hughes could continue though, he was interrupted by Roy. "Hughes... I'm fine." Roy said, although he didn't sound confidant at all.

Hughes sighed. "Colonel," he said, walking around to the side of the desk, so he was standing at Roy's left. "Don't lie." He said flatly. And with that, he grabbed Roy's arm and pulled him up so they were looking at each other a little more closely. Roy winced and stumbled a little by being pulled up so fast, but Hughes had his arm tight, so he was soon stable again.