On graduation night, alone on somebody's balcony with the background noise of celebratory drunkenness behind them, they hold each other's hands. They've come a long way from mad dashes to the tops of their class, and sleeping in libraries, and cutthroat internships, and having to prove everything and then some because they belonged there- right at the top, and fuck what everyone else thought.
Thankfully, they haven't come too far from that one night that neither of them will admit to anyone else, and how it means that their fingers tangle now in each other's hands like their legs did.
