It was late, and you were entering your apartment. You had just had a traumstic experience with Selim. He turned out to be a homunculous, and you were now threatened by him. And you got even more scared when you heard your phone ring. Who could be calling you at this hour?? Was it Selim?? Or King Bradley?? You carefully picked up the phone, and asked, in a sligthly shaky tone.

who is this?

You inmediatly felt relieved to recognise that familiar voice you knew so well: Coronel Mustang. He said he had accidentally bougth a bunch of flowers, and wanted to give some to you.

I apprecciate it, but i dont think i can accept them. Sorry, Coronel.

There was a moment of silence, and he frowned, instantly noticing something was off. He asked if you were okay, and you said yes. How could he tell?? He always knew when you werent okay.

You hanged up, and a few minutes later, you heard someone knocking the door. You were scared at first to open the door, but ended up doing it. It was a surprise to see Mustang standing there, leaning in the doorframe of your apartment with his hands on his pockets, so casually. What was he doing here?