This fic is very short and is meant to be read slowly. The idea popped into my head while watching the video "Tarrlok & Noatak / All Shall Fade" by EemersonM. I recommend not only watching the video, but also listening to the song while you read this.
"It will be just like the good old days."
He didn't turn to look at Tarrlok, did not take his eyes off the darkening sky.
The good old days.
A single tear slipped down Noatak's cheek.
Foolish little brother...
I wasn't kidding, it's very short, but there is something about this scene that nags at me. When Tarrlok says the good old days Noatak doesn't smile, he doesn't seem happy.
Perhaps he knows too it's too late to go back?