"Heya," Duo greeted for the second time that day, cocking his head to the side in a tiny greeting. His grin was practically splitting his face.
He wasn't even really sure what he wanted to talk about. Just being with Heero was enough, soft touches and inane words that the other pilot actually seemed to enjoy hearing. It was nice, and this week was driving him crazy. Too much like home.
Heero was comfortable in space. He liked the regularity, the cold logic the rationing brought. It was like a game, that kept the paranoid parts of him busy: if I eat this now, then I'll have so many percent of my daily calories, which will give me so much for tomorrow and then...
Maybe Wing Zero and 01 deserved each other, after all.
"Did you want to talk to me about something?" He asked, robotic and flat. Duo's voice was always a comfort, even when Heero wasn't paying attention.
"Kinda," Duo shrugged, scooting back so he was sitting on the table. "Wish my room wasn't covered in zombies. 'S a lot comfier than a table." He scowled and tugged on Heero's arm, urging him back onto the table too. "Should probably clean 'em up, actually, but can't bring myself to actually look at them and I'd have to kill them to quarantine them."
"If you want me to do it, just ask," Heero deadpanned, but allowed himself to be pulled into the more relaxed position. A frown creased his face, and he looked at Duo without turning his head as that offer reminded him of something duo had told him some time ago.
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He wasn't even really sure what he wanted to talk about. Just being with Heero was enough, soft touches and inane words that the other pilot actually seemed to enjoy hearing. It was nice, and this week was driving him crazy. Too much like home.
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Maybe Wing Zero and 01 deserved each other, after all.
"Did you want to talk to me about something?" He asked, robotic and flat. Duo's voice was always a comfort, even when Heero wasn't paying attention.
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