A/N: For one of my best friends, Beth, whose birthday it is today. Some 1899 Snitery friendship for you!
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Will never own anything.
~*Snitey*~
Snitch opened his eyes and glanced around the room. The other boys were asleep, it was dark out, and there was no sign on Kloppman walking up the stairs. Obviously too early to be awake. So why was he?
He took his thumb out of his mouth, still embarrassed even though no one was there to see it, and sat up fully in the bunk. Ah. So that was why he woke up. He glanced around the room once again, wondering if Itey managed to snatch up an empty bunk, and frowned when he couldn't see him anywhere.
Where the hell was he? He knew that Snitch worried about him, and of course he decided that tonight would be a perfect night to disappear. Snitch rolled his eyes at himself and stuck on his boots, not bothering with a coat in the temperate weather.
He walked out of the bunkroom slowly and quietly, knowing that if he woke the other boys, he would be soaked like nothing else. He deliberated for a moment before climbing the steps— Itey had always liked looking at the stars, and the roof was the highest point to do so.
"Isn't it beautiful?" was the first noise to greet his ears as he closed the roof door behind him.
Snitch glanced up and back at Itey, shaking his head slightly at his friend's idiocy.
"Just 'cause it's beautiful, doesn't mean that you should lose sleep over it."
"But, just, come out to the ledge, okay, Snitch?"
He waited until Snitch stood next to him, before starting to speak again.
"Okay. Now tilt your head up until you can't see anything but the stars. And then take your hands away from the sides and don't let them touch anything except your own body. And then tell me you can't understand why I do this."
Snitch obligingly tilted his head up, stars imprinting on his mind without him even having to close his eyes. He slowly took his hands off the ledge and dropped them to his sides, instantly feeling a sense of displacement when he did so. He gasped a little. Oh.
He stood there, staring for he didn't know how long, until Itey gently touched his shoulder.
"So…?" the shorter boy questioned, eyes wide and curious.
"It's beautiful," he stated quietly, finally tearing his eyes away from the stars to look at his friend.
"I thought you would agree," Itey smirked, triumphant.
"Yeah, yeah, now let's get to sleep, yeah?" he muttered, eyes locking onto the ground, so he wouldn't be tempted to raise them once more.
"We can always come back up tomorrow night," Itey happily replied, opening the door and walking down the steps.
By the time Snitch could tear his feet away from the roof and back down into the bunkroom, Itey was already passed out in his usual spot.
Snitch took off his boots, sighed, and went to sleep himself. Everything he did with Itey, no matter how stupid it seemed initially, was always somehow worth it in the end.
He didn't much mind.