Written for nan's prompt at fic promptly: Gundam Wing, Duo/Heero, bedtime rituals
It had become their nightly ritual, as soon as they were alone in their room they would strip in silence, before making a trip to the en-suite. Duo would then sit in the middle of their bed, Heero sat behind him, running his hands through his hair, removing anything too dangerous from were Duo had hidden them. His lock picking tool stayed, as did the small switchblade that he kept there, but Heero insisted on removing the explosives that he kept in his hair before Duo was allowed under the covers. He looked at the pile of things on the bedside table fondly, it was their nightly routine, but it also changed their morning one; if Heero was still home when Duo woke he would then replace everything he had taken from the braid the night before.
