It was quiet, both of them taking a few moments out to be still. It was rare they didn't have anything to do, after all, they both worked professionally for the Preventers, and their lives didn't much allow sitting down, but they had it now, and they were spending it in the kind of companionable silence that the closest friends have.

Duo leaned back in his seat, watching Heero, whose eyes were somewhere out of the window, watching something that seemed to take up all his attention. So Duo had plenty of time to look Heero over, and look him over he did. The tousled brown fall of hair, the intent dark eyes, the slim fingered, strong hands, the sharp nose. All the lines of him that made him solid and real and there, in that moment.

Heero looked over, and his eyes met Duo's. He smiled a little, he never minded being looked at, and though he must have wondered why Duo was staring at him, he didn't say anything. That was the nice thing about Heero. He'd learned perfectly the social graces, and he had learned what people would be comfortable with and what would make someone run away. So he didn't say a word, looking back at Duo, simply noting the way he'd grown up, filled out, grown into the strong image he'd always projected. Duo was comfortable within himself now, and it showed, in the easy way he sat, in the way he didn't have to babble to fill in a silence.

Duo moved his chair closer to Heero's, cocking his head to the side, smiling. And Heero smiled back, as comfortable in Duo's presence as Duo was with him. Theirs was a perfect friendship on which anything could be built, and on theirs was built a working relationship that criss crossed between light, easy friendship of bantering, the serious moments of working hard and the contemplative moments they could get lost in, like this.

And on top of that friendship was built another relationship; a more tentative one that even now was still drawing itself up between them, renewing the connections between them in new ways.

Heero's eyes had wandered, and Duo touched his wrist lightly to bring them back, smiling. Knowing they should be working but not wanting to; wanting to just... spend this moment until it was all gone.

There were things that Duo figured he should say some day, words that might have been appropriate in that moment, but for the moment the communication in the meeting of their eyes was enough. He leaned forward and kissed Heero softly, and Heero leaned to meet him, just soft meeting of lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world, stolen in a moment when they should have been working.

Duo turned back to his computer with a smile, and then it was Heero watching him, a little careful now, perhaps, but no less comfortable.