Heero wasn't waiting, exactly. He was typing. Duo was distressed, the whole facility had probably heard him keening after- after Heero. After himself.
That wasn't some sound Duo had made in memory of the other Heero, that was...for him. It was warming, like that smooth hissing whir that a mobile suit made when everything was tuned just right. It was terrible, gut-wrenching, but exactly as it should be. An absolution, confirming questions Heero had still be working on forming. It wasn't fair. Duo was so...demonstrative. Heero tasted guilt, knowing that he'd never- well, that would change. That's why they needed to talk.
The door opened, silent, and slight, questioning. Heero called, "Come in," and shut his laptop as Duo came into view.
"Hey," Duo greeted weakly, immediately cursing how his voice sounded and clearing his throat to make it stop shaking. "I mean, uh, what's up? Whaddid you wanna talk about?"
He tried not to rock nervously from foot to foot, but he couldn't just stay still. His braid ended up in his hands before he really knew it, being pulled over and over between dextrous fingers, unbraided and rebraided with a mindlessness that came of doing it every morning for years and years.
Heero blinked, slowly. Duo was more agitated than usual. That only confirmed his choice, he was still distressed from the previous week.
"Duo," he greeted and moved to shut the door behind him. Privacy, that was important. No spies, no...or was that right? Nevermind anyway, Heero scowled at the wall without looking at Duo, melting paint, and ordered, "This is important. Don't evade, not tonight."
Those words combined with that tone made his stomach just give up with the butterflys and fly right into a collision course with his lungs, which in turn smacked into his heart and sent it racing.
Heero had... this couldn't... God, Duo couldn't even think right. What did Heero mean? Why did he want to talk? What about?
The only thing he could really do was nod with a weak, "Yeah, okay." and stare at the same spot Heero was trying to melt.
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That wasn't some sound Duo had made in memory of the other Heero, that was...for him. It was warming, like that smooth hissing whir that a mobile suit made when everything was tuned just right. It was terrible, gut-wrenching, but exactly as it should be. An absolution, confirming questions Heero had still be working on forming. It wasn't fair. Duo was so...demonstrative. Heero tasted guilt, knowing that he'd never- well, that would change. That's why they needed to talk.
The door opened, silent, and slight, questioning. Heero called, "Come in," and shut his laptop as Duo came into view.
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He tried not to rock nervously from foot to foot, but he couldn't just stay still. His braid ended up in his hands before he really knew it, being pulled over and over between dextrous fingers, unbraided and rebraided with a mindlessness that came of doing it every morning for years and years.
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"Duo," he greeted and moved to shut the door behind him. Privacy, that was important. No spies, no...or was that right? Nevermind anyway, Heero scowled at the wall without looking at Duo, melting paint, and ordered, "This is important. Don't evade, not tonight."
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Heero had... this couldn't... God, Duo couldn't even think right. What did Heero mean? Why did he want to talk? What about?
The only thing he could really do was nod with a weak, "Yeah, okay." and stare at the same spot Heero was trying to melt.
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