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Next week, this building may be gone. Blown up into smithereens. Or, next week, he might be dead. Killed in battle. A knife to the throat, a bullet hole in his chest, savaged by a homunculus. There were endless possibilities for what could happen when the promised day arrived.Though Roy wanted to appreciate the present.Blindly, he held out his hand, outstretched palm facing upwards. After a moment, slender fingers intertwine with his calloused ones, her palm cool against his warm skin. Wordlessly, he caressed his thumb against the back of her hand. Riza shuffled in closer, so their bodies were almost touching.For a while, they stay like that.---Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang and a series of unspoken words, soft expressions, and quiet talks underneath the stars. A look into their relationship throughout the canon storyline and how it changed and developed over time.