Just a short little drabblet that spawned from a writing challenge my friend and I do. Hope you enjoy!
Station:
"Where do you think we'll end up?" Mikage asks, poking the underside of Teito's mattress with an extended foot. "I mean, where do you think they'll station us?" There's a soft grunt from up above, a half-asleep acknowledgment that yes, noises are coming out of Mikage's mouth and sure, he's listening, really. Mikage kicks the mattress a little harder, and hears the rustle of fabric as Teito rolls over.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it does! I mean, we don't want to be stationed somewhere too dangerous. But somewhere too calm would be boring."
Teito's breathing starts to even out, and, realizing that he's losing him, Mikage pokes him again. Teito sighs, long-suffering.
"Doesn't matter 'f we're somewhere dangerous. I've got your back. 'f we're together, anywhere will be bearable."
He yawns, and Mikage doesn't try to keep him awake any longer. It's not the answer he was looking for when he started the conversation but, he concedes, grinning in the dark at the boards supporting Teito's bunk, it's the perfect response.