The sun had set on the train hurtling northward, bathing it in the light of the full moon. Several compartments were empty; their destination was not exactly a popular one in the middle of winter.
Bakura stared out the window, chin lightly resting on bruised knuckles. The stars whipped by them the the rhythm of the train hurtling down the track, making them sway slightly with each bump of wheel over nail. He could see Marik in the reflection, staring over at the window across the aisle, watching the moon speeding alongside them.
He squeezed his hand, fingers laced together on the armrest between them. A smile crept across Marik's face as he leaned back, headbutting Bakura's shoulder before resting against it. As he curled up in his seat, Bakura rested his head against the cushion of blond hair, and settled in beside him. He allowed himself to doze, keeping one eye open. Enough to notice in their reflection, that Marik did the same.