'It's complicated' can mean a lot of things, even something more affirmative, but it's not the type of answer he was hoping for, making it seem less like an open door and more like a 'no.' Roy laughs to try dismissing any disappointment or discomfort that might show on his face.

"I'm a military officer, what a stretch from a musician! I should have realized sooner. That's why I'm getting saluted by other soldiers so often in my dreams- in my memories. I must be one of the higher ranks too. What a strange choice of person to kidnap for musical performances. I'd be more useful as a political captive."

"I've gone and made an even bigger mess for you of my own free will too," he says, gesturing up towards to stage. "I'm sorry. You came all this way to do your job and I write an entire album about unprofessional feelings I might not have even told you about. For all I know I'm more like family in your eyes or I'm forgetting your significant other." He doesn't meet her eyes, he can't just yet. If she weren't next to him now he'd be rubbing his face and groaning. Why had he let himself get so caught up in an idealistic fantasy about their relationship? Jecht had been right about going too far.

Oh no. The tattoo. Jecht had warned him about that and he had gone and done it anyway. Roy's smile starts to dim as the terrible realization hits him.