I don't own they guys…
Just spending a quiet moment
With them.
Quiet Moment
By Pegbronco
Hutch slowly strolled over to the back of the bench that his partner was sitting on. "Hey," he softly said down to him. He ran his hand along his shoulder as he rounded the bench and sat next to the curly haired man.
"Hey," softly replied back.
Hutch knew that he was having a difficult time. "You alright?"
"Yeah," softly escaped. The soft blue eyes reached out to the reassuring sky blue ones.
"It's over ya know?" Starsky looked back out over the ocean that gently rolled towards them.
"Yeah…I know."
"So many of us didn't come back. Their still lost…over there."
"I know." Hutch reached over and gently laid his hand on the thigh of the man that had been by his side and shared his heart and soul.
"I…almost didn't get back," solemnly said. His voice full of sadness. His thoughts on his own experience as a prisoner.
"I know." He squeezed the leg under his hand.
"Will people remember us?" he laid his hand on the one that rested on his leg and laced his fingers with the long ones of those of his friend.
"Yes Starsk…they will remember," Hutch gave a reassuring squeeze to the hand that now touched his soul.
"So many Hutch, so many didn't…"
"I know. We'll get them back. They'll come home too…some day, they will come home," lake blue eyes looked over at moist sea blue. He reached over and lovingly wiped a tear away. A tear for the past and hope for the future.
"Starsk...we'll remember buddy. We will remember."
End