The next morning found a sleepy Duo opening his eyes and squinting at the not-so-sudden attack of the morning sun's light upon his eyes.

"Mmm… Hidoi…" he groaned, pulling the blanket up over his face. A slight movement at his side, however, brought Duo to full alert; old habits from the war died hard, especially since those habits had been burned into his mind to keep him alive.

Duo sat bolt upright, the blanket falling off of him. To one side of him was the remains of a small fire. To his other side was… Heero!

Duo stared at the Japanese boy, a smile creeping gradually onto his face. "Aww… Heero no kawaii!" Duo exclaimed to himself softly. Heero shifted in his sleep again.

The American pilot considered staying in his upright position, but sharp pains in various areas of his body caused him to quickly reconsider and lay back down, although he did prop himself up with one arm.

"Man… I'm never letting myself get into such bad shape ever again!" he moaned to himself under his breath. If it weren't for the fact that his head was throbbing mercilessly, he probably would have shook it.

Duo stared at the boy laying next to him, a little smile appearing on his face as he did so. "He's just so beautiful… He's perfect…" Duo thought to himself tenderly.

Heero stirred again, then stretched. He opened one eye, looking around warily. Sensing nothing dangerous, he opened the other and sat up, looking not the least bit tired.