p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Heero was livid. All week he'd been reviewing the upcoming mission with Duo, and all week Duo had been inattentive and distracted. The braided pilot would stare off into space for what felt like half an hour before he even realized Heero was waiting for a response, and by that time, he would be too angry to think straight. Duo would look at the Wing pilot with those eyes that made his stomach flop in an unfamiliar way that irritated Heero to no end. He'd mutter a lousy apology and Heero would snap./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Of course, today was no different. Heero was going over final adjustments to their plan. He was halfway through before Duo got that glazed, dopey look on his face. Heero's fist connected with the desk and Duo nearly jumped out of his skin./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Maxwell, are you listening at all?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo didn't meet his eyes this time. He had a slight flush to his face, that suddenly had Heero concerned. That is, until he noticed that dopey smile still tugging at the corners of Duo's lips. Heero watched as Duo's tongue slipped out to wet his lips before nervously chewing at his bottom lip and he was suddenly far less irritated. What had he been angry about again?/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo abruptly stepped forward and Heero's first reaction was to take him down. Heero reached around and twisted the pilot's arms behind him, kicking his legs out from underneath him before Duo could even react. From the ground, Duo made a soft sound, and Heero realized the other boy was bleeding. He had bitten clean through his lip./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"'shitshitshit' Heero thought as Duo sat in front of him at the kitchen table. They'd slowed the bleeding, but stitches were definitely needed. Heero was trying to prep the area, but every time he touched the wound Duo would groan and his lip would move./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Hold still DAMNIT! If you move again, you will stitch yourself up. Understood?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""I can't help it. It fuckin' hurts. Besides, it's YOUR fault. What was that, anyway?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"For a split second, Heero felt remorseful. He HAD been the reason after all, but this never would have happened if Duo had been more focused. He tried again to clear the blood and sanitize the area. br /br /"Sorry." Heero more growled than said. br /br /Duo glanced up to ask what for, and his eyes locked onto the needle. Duo held his breath, but kept still as it approached. When Heero made the first stitch, though, Duo's hand was suddenly fisting a handful of his shirt. Duo's eyes were shut, and Heero could see the vein in the other boys neck pulsing./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Almost finished."/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo's eyes opened a crack, but his fist gripped tighter, pulling Heero nearly into his lap. Heero wasn't sure how the normally tough-as-nails gundam pilot could be this bad at handling a busted lip. When Heero tied off his last stitch Duo's whole body relaxed against him. Heero almost stepped back, but something made him stop. Thinking of what Quatre would do, he cautiously placed his left hand on Duo's shoulder./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo looked up, and he was pulled into a sea of wild violet. His heart pounded in his chest. His breath caught in his throat. Heero was taken aback by this strange feeling. His grip on the other boy's shoulder tightened a bit. He was feeling something he couldn't explain at all. The only thing he did know is that he never wanted to look away./span/span/span/p
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p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Of course, today was no different. Heero was going over final adjustments to their plan. He was halfway through before Duo got that glazed, dopey look on his face. Heero's fist connected with the desk and Duo nearly jumped out of his skin./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Maxwell, are you listening at all?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo didn't meet his eyes this time. He had a slight flush to his face, that suddenly had Heero concerned. That is, until he noticed that dopey smile still tugging at the corners of Duo's lips. Heero watched as Duo's tongue slipped out to wet his lips before nervously chewing at his bottom lip and he was suddenly far less irritated. What had he been angry about again?/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo abruptly stepped forward and Heero's first reaction was to take him down. Heero reached around and twisted the pilot's arms behind him, kicking his legs out from underneath him before Duo could even react. From the ground, Duo made a soft sound, and Heero realized the other boy was bleeding. He had bitten clean through his lip./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"'shitshitshit' Heero thought as Duo sat in front of him at the kitchen table. They'd slowed the bleeding, but stitches were definitely needed. Heero was trying to prep the area, but every time he touched the wound Duo would groan and his lip would move./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Hold still DAMNIT! If you move again, you will stitch yourself up. Understood?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""I can't help it. It fuckin' hurts. Besides, it's YOUR fault. What was that, anyway?"/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"For a split second, Heero felt remorseful. He HAD been the reason after all, but this never would have happened if Duo had been more focused. He tried again to clear the blood and sanitize the area. br /br /"Sorry." Heero more growled than said. br /br /Duo glanced up to ask what for, and his eyes locked onto the needle. Duo held his breath, but kept still as it approached. When Heero made the first stitch, though, Duo's hand was suddenly fisting a handful of his shirt. Duo's eyes were shut, and Heero could see the vein in the other boys neck pulsing./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;""Almost finished."/span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo's eyes opened a crack, but his fist gripped tighter, pulling Heero nearly into his lap. Heero wasn't sure how the normally tough-as-nails gundam pilot could be this bad at handling a busted lip. When Heero tied off his last stitch Duo's whole body relaxed against him. Heero almost stepped back, but something made him stop. Thinking of what Quatre would do, he cautiously placed his left hand on Duo's shoulder./span/span/span/p
p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"span style="font-size: large;"Duo looked up, and he was pulled into a sea of wild violet. His heart pounded in his chest. His breath caught in his throat. Heero was taken aback by this strange feeling. His grip on the other boy's shoulder tightened a bit. He was feeling something he couldn't explain at all. The only thing he did know is that he never wanted to look away./span/span/span/p
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