Summary: A moment in the office. Heero, Duo and some really terrible biscuits.
Disclaimer: Don't own GW.
I was in the middle of writing up my progress report for the Nenwai mission when Maria wandered into the room and dumped a mug of tea on my desk. She informed me Relena had sent yet another cartridge of ammunition (homemade biscuits), that I would have a visitor in approximately 4.5 minutes and that she was skipping physics tuition in favor of 'chemistry' for tonight only...if I was willing.
This was her fourth tonight only offer so I assumed the proposal was valid until utilized ? very unfortunate ? or until someone informed her that I wasn't quite available. I would have to find some way to point her in a better direction.
I thanked her for the tea and turned back to my report, ignoring her exasperated sigh as she headed out the door.
My visitor turned out to be a suitable test subject slash disposal unit for the Relena creations so I offered him one as he took possession of my second office chair and wheeled himself around to the window. He leant over and dunked the bikky in my tea before attempting to take a bite and stared down at the park below with a sad expression occupying his features.
Sometimes I imagine strange things to do with Duo. Like instead of coming in here and being silent when he's upset, I think of Duo coming to me, telling me something's wrong. I imagine him looping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder. I imagine his rope of hair brushing against my hands and his warm back beneath my fingers. I imagine Duo falling asleep in my arms, waking up with him and knowing why he's sad. But Duo doesn't tell people his problems. He doesn't reach out and request anyone's presence.
He just sits here as I silently support him and feed him weird looking biscuits made by dear old darling Relena. He tries, for some very odd reason, really hard to eat them. I only offer them because he does. There's an amazing array of expressions that pass over his face when he discovers they're just too difficult to consume. He apologises and soaks it in my tea some more but usually he ends up dumping the whole soggy mess in the bin when he thinks that I'm not looking.
I laugh at him in my mind because I'm afraid he'll get offended. I'm sure he'd find the funny side if I deigned to point it out. Maybe he'd like a good joke. Even if it is only one of mine. He's beautiful when he laughs.
Today he drinks my bikky contaminated tea. I'm not sure, and it's difficult to tell, but I think there are tears beneath his closed eyes. I don't want to see my Duo cry. It makes me sad enough to see him quiet. But there's nothing I can do, really. He's never told me what the problem is.
I roll my chair closer and watch him closely as he carefully sips my tea. His eyes flicker open slightly and he gives me a small smile. It barely lifts the corner of his mouth, but it's genuine. It makes his eyes crinkle. I don't think I could bare it if he began hiding from me completely.
He eventually get's up and grabs a handful of biscuits, apparently back to his usual self. I don't understand why he's happier when he passes me back my tea. Nor why he deems it important to tell me so. With a quick wave and a chuckle he flits out the door and I hear him offering biscuits to Maria before tearing off down the hallway. She'll no doubt give them back to me later along with another cup of tea. I vaguely wonder what Duo does with the rest of the bikkies he takes but my thoughts drift to other things and I force myself to concentrate on my mission statement. It would be a shame to ruin his happy mood by not turning up for lunch.
I'm clearing out my fanfiction folder.