2:09 am, Tuesday morning.

It was stubbornness that kept Heero from opening his eyes while he listened to Duo quietly packing a bag.

If he wanted to leave in the middle of the night without a word,

Then it was his right.

Heero's comprehension of the act was unnecessary.

It took him twenty-two minutes after the door clicked shut to notice the wetness on his face and the ache in his chest.

The silence was judgmental,

The coldness mocking in the wake of Duo's absence.

Holding his breath,

He rose from the bed long enough to switch on the radio.