Though he would never admit it, checking up with Fullmetal had been relieving. While he knew that he hardly had to worry about Edward, it was an inclination he couldn't kick so easily. Ed was still a child, after all, and there were certain things he probably still wasn't mentally prepared for. And this institute had a tendency to be mentally taxing, sometimes even more than physically so.

In any case, he now had yet another appointment set up, though this time he was going to have to wait for whoever it was to find him. Roy figured that sticking around in the Sun Room would be his best bet, seeing how all the patients would have to pass through it to get to the Music Room, anyway. He didn't mind the Music Room, necessarily, but sometimes it was difficult to focus on a conversation with all the extra noise (other than other patients' talking, which they were all used to blocking out by now).

He found an empty couch and sat down, making sure to watch the other migrating patients in hopes of picking out whoever was looking for him.