[He is very thankful that she can't see his face as she makes herself comfortable against him. With a small, resigned sigh, he begins the trek back to the shelter. It was tiring, but he was nothing if not fit - and determined.]
[By the time he makes it to the room, he's just about ready to curse gravity out of existence. Once he gets the door open, he waits for the familiar mechanical movements of Haro's ears... but there was nothing but silence. Huh. He must be off somewhere with Pink, or maybe another Meister came and got him. Pushing that aside, he moves over to the spare cot, gently setting Lacus down on it, slowly pulling the coat away when he retracted his arms.]
[She looked so tired. It didn't even hit him, until now, that it would have been because of all her hard work with Winry. Hard work that she said he inspired her to perform. After a moment of admiring her from his kneeling position, he shook a few stray thoughts from his mind. With any luck, he would wake first in the morning, and not be there to see how she will react to finding herself here.]
[He brought over the sheet from his cot, draping it over her still form. Lockon carefully unclasped the hairpin, brushing some stray hairs aside as he did so. She might not want to wake up with that pressing against her scalp, after all. He set it down on the nightstand, smiled one last moment, and then left the dark room.]
[Lockon dropped his hat to the floor, barely managed to kick off his shoes, and loosen the tie from his collar. With a heavy sigh, he all but collapsed onto the couch. His body was definitely not in the best shape - when was the last time he worked out? He couldn't bother himself to go back to the other room and grab a spare pillow or sheet, but it didn't matter; he was out.]