It's just the two of them and a thousand stars in the sky surrounding a half-done moon with still more shimmering hearts rising to it. Quicker than they can count to get themselves to sleep at night. They're looking up at the moon, eyes mirroring its wonder because they can't hold their own and hands interlocked, leather against leather like it's the only lifeline they have.
They do this often, just looking up at their hopes and dreams and entire future and wondering. No words need to be said in case it ruins the moment, except tonight.
"What're you going to do once you get yours?" Axel asks, never meeting his companion's gaze, but tightening his grip just slightly. The blonde next to him is silent, possibly in consideration, possible because he usually initiates their long bouts of silence and he likes them very much. Axel's about to completely dismiss it and just gaze back up at the hearts (it never gets old) when the voice next to him sounds, crystal clear.
"Get far, far away," he murmurs, still transfixed. Far, far away like the worlds in the sky, Axel thinks. Far, far away like those hearts seem to be – just close enough to see, but not enough to be taunting. Not nearly that close.
"Sounds like a good plan," Axel tells him, squeezing his hand again. "We can run away together!" Almost joking, but just almost. Really, he wants to stay with Roxas forever. A slow smile spreads across the lips of his companion, so the redhead keeps going. "We can find a house in a world and no one will ever know that once, we weren't whole. Y'know?" he asks, and doesn't wait for an answer. "No more heartless, 'cause the Organization won't need them again, and hey, think about how normal we'll be!" He then notices the lack of response to any of his words. "Rox?" he asks, playfully wounded.
"Axel," Roxas starts, swallowing and turning to look him in the eye. They sparkle with something, almost not there, and maybe it's just the reflection of all the moving hearts in the background. "Shut up."
They go back to staring up at their hopes and dreams, watching them fly up and out of their reach.
