Chapter Two
Duo sat on the edge of his bed. The tears streaming down his face. Each crystalline drop was another worry. Where was Heero? Why did he run? Does he still love me? Did he ever? How can I love him now? The pain astonished him. He fell over on his bed and held his head. He lay there in a fetal position, not thinking anymore. Just crying.
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Quatre walked by the door and heard Duo's sobbing. He pushed open the door and peaked his head in. Duo lay on the bed. Quatre stepped the rest of the way in.
"What's wrong, Duo? Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" he inquired. Duo sat up and looked at Quatre. His cheeks were covered with dry tears and his eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. He tried one of his trademark smiles and failed. The ex-pilot broke down and started crying again. Quatre moved to his side and let Duo sob. His shirt was soaked down the arm before Duo sat up again.
"Thanks, Quatre. I guess I do need someone to talk to after all," Duo muttered, voice thick.
"Tell me whatever you want, Duo. Anything. I won't tell anybody. Not even Trowa," Quatre reassured him.
"It's Heero. He ran off while him and I were talking in the den. I asked him if he would love me forever and he never said anything. I asked him again and he jumped up and disappeared out the door. I called after him but he never came back. He's out there and I don't know where and I...I..." Duo trailed off, again on the verge of tears. Quatre put out his arms and Duo fell into them, thankful for a small glimpse of comfort.
Quatre gathered him in his arms and held onto him as tight as possible. He tried to extinguish all of Duo's pain with the warmth of his embrace. Duo moved closer and put his arms around Quatre. He buried his face in Quatre's shoulder.
Quatre certainly is a comfort, thought Duo. More aware of my feelings then Heero. And he is kinda cute. Quatre kissed him on the forehead. Duo looked up and kissed Quatre on the lips. They sat there in a close knit embrace.
Duo sat on the edge of his bed. The tears streaming down his face. Each crystalline drop was another worry. Where was Heero? Why did he run? Does he still love me? Did he ever? How can I love him now? The pain astonished him. He fell over on his bed and held his head. He lay there in a fetal position, not thinking anymore. Just crying.
* * * * *
Quatre walked by the door and heard Duo's sobbing. He pushed open the door and peaked his head in. Duo lay on the bed. Quatre stepped the rest of the way in.
"What's wrong, Duo? Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" he inquired. Duo sat up and looked at Quatre. His cheeks were covered with dry tears and his eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. He tried one of his trademark smiles and failed. The ex-pilot broke down and started crying again. Quatre moved to his side and let Duo sob. His shirt was soaked down the arm before Duo sat up again.
"Thanks, Quatre. I guess I do need someone to talk to after all," Duo muttered, voice thick.
"Tell me whatever you want, Duo. Anything. I won't tell anybody. Not even Trowa," Quatre reassured him.
"It's Heero. He ran off while him and I were talking in the den. I asked him if he would love me forever and he never said anything. I asked him again and he jumped up and disappeared out the door. I called after him but he never came back. He's out there and I don't know where and I...I..." Duo trailed off, again on the verge of tears. Quatre put out his arms and Duo fell into them, thankful for a small glimpse of comfort.
Quatre gathered him in his arms and held onto him as tight as possible. He tried to extinguish all of Duo's pain with the warmth of his embrace. Duo moved closer and put his arms around Quatre. He buried his face in Quatre's shoulder.
Quatre certainly is a comfort, thought Duo. More aware of my feelings then Heero. And he is kinda cute. Quatre kissed him on the forehead. Duo looked up and kissed Quatre on the lips. They sat there in a close knit embrace.
