He eats on the bed. Without a plate.
You find him in the evening, sprawled out on the bed with the laptop, eating peanut butter on toast. Without a plate.
Each crumb that hits the bedspread rebounds and rolls, he's oblivious to the mess. You sooth your irritation, until it is a small twitch in your fingers.
You hang up your coat and leave your briefcase in the bottom of the hall closet. On your way back to the bedroom, you grab a plate from the kitchen.
Sliding the plate under the hand holding the toast, you sit down beside him on the bed.
'Hey, Heero… thanks,' he smiles at you, dropping the toast onto the plate. He slides the laptop over and rolls onto his back. 'How's work?'
'I picked up a new client… X-com.'
It's a routine you've fallen into with him. He asks about your day, you tell him something, then he'll tell you about his day.
Duo's day's are always more interesting. It usually starts with… 'Then Harris blew the generator on the gas turbine, it set us back nearly two days, but it was worth it just to see the look on Gibbon's face. Should've been there Heero, red as a beet, sweat pulsing from his temples… poor kid, felt sorry for him.'
As he lay on his back recounting the days disaster one arm fails dramatically with the story line while the other rests warmly on your thigh.
'Why the laptop,' you ask, kicking off your shoes and sliding onto the bed beside him.
'Ah,' his lips purse together. 'Something's up with the desktop… thought I'd leave it to you.' He elbows you with a grin.
You nod with a small smile. Even though Duo is more than capable, you like to fix the computers. You yelled at him once, for fixing the computer. Only a few weeks after you moved in together.
He understood. You had to try harder to understand the little things. Not to organise his papers or straighten the garage…
You pick up the toast from the plate and take a big bite, ignoring the crumbs that fall and scatter across the bedding.
You kiss him every night.
Tonight you are sure it will be for all nights to come.