Archive of Our Own ^beta

Summary:

The doorbell rings well after Roy’s put on his dressing gown but before he’s applied his nightly moisturizer, so he’s obligated to not only answer it but do so with relative good grace. In any case it’s almost certainly someone’s aide with something that can’t wait until Monday, and regardless of who they work for it always scares them more when he smiles and says thank you and remembers their names. He checks his pocket on reflex - there are ignition gloves fucking everywhere these days, Riza plants them like a squirrel hiding acorns - and opens the door.

“Hi,” Ed says, standing in his doorway with no fewer than three teenagers clustered behind him. “Can I borrow your car?”