"It's dark! When can I turn on the flashlight?" Jack whined.
Omi only smiled as he walked confidently through the dark field. Jack on the other hand was stumbling and swearing as he moved. Figures cue ball head could see well in the dark. Though really that wasn't probably the oddest thing he could do.
"Come on!" Jack continued to whine. "I can't see a damn thing. I don't even know why we're out here."
"Patience, Spicer. All good things come to those who wait." Omi said.
"When did you become a fortune cookie?" Jack aked.
He nearly stumbled into Omi when Omi came to a stop. Jack swore some more as he regained his footing.
"Why did you stop like that?" he asked.
"I think we are far enough in." Omi replied.
Jack gave a annoyed snort.
"Far enough in for what? There isn't anything out here to see!" Jack cried.
Again Omi only smiled. Jack huffed and crossed his arms until he saw the specks of light blinking on and off in different places. It took him a second to realise what he was looking at.
"Fireflies?" he said.
Omi nodded.
"Yes. I... thought it would be nice to watch them for awhile." Omi said.
Jack grew oddly quiet. When he realised Omi was expecting a response he said in a slightly hushed voice "Guess that wouldn't be so bad..."
Glad that he had not offended his boyfriend somehow, though his unusual quiet tone was a bit unnerving , Omi continued to talk.
"You know, In Japanese poetry-" Omi started.
"I thought you were Chinese." Jack said.
"I am. But that does not mean I am ignorant of other cultures, Jack Spicer." Omi replied.
Jack shrugged.
"Fair enough." he said.
"As I was say, in Japanese poetry fireflies are used as a metaphor for passionate love." Omi said.
Glancing up to the sky and watching the fireflies as they blinked their lights on and off, Jack mulled that piece of information over. It allowed Omi to speak more.
"I'm not quite sure, but the Japanese word for firefly is "hotaru"." Omi said.
"Hotaru? I like that word. It sounds nice." Jack said softly.
"Yes. It does sound nice." Omi said, looking up to Jack and then frowning. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine. Really. Just... I haven't done this in a long time. Go out and watch fireflies I mean. Dad and I use to do that before he started getting too busy to spend much time with me." Jack said.
"Why would a father not spend time with his son?" Omi asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Giving a slightly strained chuckle, Jack sat down.
"Too busy with work I guess." Jack said.
"But that shouldn't be an excuse." Omi said.
Jack only gave a light shrug though his expression suggested he was more bothered then he was saying. Omi sat now too and gripped Jack's hand lightly. For the first time that night, Jack smiled lightly.
"No... it shouldn't be an excuse. But you know something? Who needs him? I got you... and if you tell anyone that I said something that cheesy I will deny it." jack said, poking Omi in the arm.
Omi laughed and leaned his head against Jack's side. And for most of the night, they watched the fireflies. Though in his mind, Jack forever on would call them "hotaru".