N smiles and reaches forward to lace his fingers between Touya's, a calm and serenity he realized he never knew washing over him with the subtle grace of moonlight.
"What is it?" Touya asks, returning the smile with a small one of his own. N looks unusually happy this morning, as if he'd had a good dream and was still out of sorts here in the waking world, unaware that reality would be setting in sooner or later. That's just how the other boy was though, Touya thinks with a sun-warm fondness, and that's when he realizes he associates warmth with N.
Is it because of Reshiram, he wonders; he thinks so, because the feeling of her searing heat permeating from the intense pull of atoms and ions and whatever else makes up a beautiful legend, the heat of her Fusion Flare crashing hard and mercilessly against Zekrom's very being condensed into this tiny ball, small enough to fit in Touya's two hands he wagers, was unforgettable. Their impassioned roars and the moan of their twined voices singing battlesongs of their efforts to defeat the other, to subdue their beloved other half, sometimes haunts Touya in his sleep.
Those sorts of dreams are always accompanied by N staring at him, because the boy didn't seem as fascinated with the otherworldly clash as Touya was. He remembers N's eyes, deep and grey and longing, as if demanding to hold his attention in the same epic way Reshiram seemed to always hold Zekrom's.
Is that what having a soulmate is like, Touya wonders, and he decides yes, this must be it, and that N is fire not because Reshiram is fire, but because N is his own cataclysmic battlesong, reminds Touya of every impassioned effort shared between them. Every conflict, every conversation, every squeeze of hands and beat of heart.
N doesn't answer at first, merely watches Touya watch him, and he himself becomes ensorceled by brown eyes. With a soft chuckle under his breath and a hum of fanciful thought, N shakes his head before shutting his eyes and relaxing.
"It's nothing," he says, a soft and content breath passing through his nose. "I was thinking about the chemical formula for heat."
Strange, Touya thinks, but so very natural. Touya chuckles back.
"I'm making you think about that kind of stuff?"
A warm color spreads over N's cheeks, and he responds with nervous and gentle laughter.
"Perhaps."