Riza closed her eyes, feeling tears gathering behind her lids as she lay her head on Roy's shoulder, a tiny smile forming. Maybe then, maybe she hadn't made things worse for Edward, or at least not as much as she feared. Not if he cared about her enough to risk Roy's anger to fight him, the way it sounded.
He had cared. He did care. It felt just a little better hearing that. That there had still been some form of meaning to everything that happened with them.
"Then I will go downstairs tomorrow while you three are out with Van. I love you, Roy."