Heero led the Runner and the User outside and through the maze of tents and huts. They walked blindly through the darkness in a randomly picked direction until the camp was nothing more than a dim speck on the horizon. Heero was exhausted but he pushed himself on until he couldn't walk any more. The User was staggering along behind him trying to keep up and Trowa looked like he was struggling as well. He decided that they had trekked far enough. After a quick survey of the area he found a jagged outcropping of white-gridded, obsidian rocks. Once they came to its base he took a seat on the cool, smooth ground and watched as the User staggered and collapsed against the ground across from him.
"You guys have those fuckin' cool ass bikes and yet nobody around here uses 'em…" Duo grumbled to himself as he attempted to rub his feet through his boots.
Trowa sat down next to Heero and slumped forward, his energy reserves completely drained. He ran his hands over his sore thighs and down his legs, massaging the muscles through the skintight light suit. It had been a long day…
Heero couldn't help but follow the path Trowa's hands were trailing across his legs with his eyes. The other program looked exhausted, and despite having seen the damage that the Outlander leader had inflicted upon him firsthand, he wondered just how extensive his injuries had been.
Duo stretched his arms over his head and flopped back against the cold, glossy rock and yawned. He wiggled his feet and arms for a moment and found himself staring up at the faintly violet glowing sky above. He missed home. He missed the warm sand against his back and the low, rushing white noise of the surf against the beach. He wanted to feel the sun warm his skin, and he would do anything for a coconut full of pineapple rum about now. As he stared up at the starless sky he spotted a faint, yellow speck of light hovering overhead. As he focused on it it seemed to follow his eyes and gradually what appeared to be a distant star descended upon him. It landed on the tip of his nose.
"Uh… uhhhhh…. Guys…." Duo stammered. He crossed his eyes in an attempt to get a better look at the bob of light - no bigger than half an inch wide - as it pulsed and glowed against his nose. "What the hell is this thing?"
As if his question was a summon the sky directly above them flickered to life with a milky-way swirl of glistening yellow specks. They flitted and floated above them for a few seconds before gradually descending to the black ground, blinking and pulsing as they swarmed and shifted around like a school of ethereal fish.
Heero had never seen anything like it.
"Globits. They're harmless." Trowa straightened his back and looked up at the bugs that glittered in the sky. He'd seen them plenty of times before, but not in this huge of a swarm. Elios loved these things.
Trowa held a hand out and patiently waited for one of the globits to land on his fingertips. It crawled up the length of his palm and sat there, its yellow light blinking to a slow pulse. The creature seemed at ease on the program's hand, not threatened by the least bit. It surveyed the surroundings calmly, allowing Trowa to bring his other hand up, index finger moving ever so gently to rub the top of the bug's fluffy head.
Duo watched as the globit on his nose took to air and fluttered casually back up into the sky. He pushed himself up to a sit and watched as the swarm ebbed and flowed around them, shifting merrily with a faint, melodic buzzing sound. Duo smiled. It was the first seemingly natural form of light he had seen since he arrived on The Grid. Something that was alive - or at least appeared that way. He hopped to his feet and despite the ache in his toes he meandered out into the center of the swarm. As he neared the middle of the mass the radiant creatures landed on his shoulders and began to cling to his braid, dotting him with assorted constellation-like patterns. He began to laugh and spin around in a circle with his arms raised to his sides. The globits followed his lead and began to swirl in time with his movements, creating a loose tornado of flashing lights around him.
Heero pulled his legs up and crossed them as he sat on the hard, cold rock and watched as the User communed with the happily blinking creatures before he turned his attention to the little fluffy insect on Trowa's finger.
How did these things even come to exist? Heero couldn't understand why they were there. What was their function? Their purpose? Had they been randomly generated like the ISOs had? If so, then why didn't Clu want to remove them as well? Why, as a member of D-FILE, had he never heard of these things before? His directive was to destroy the Gate. He had to remove the flaw in the system, so weren't these flaws, too?
His eyes narrowed on the bug as his mind began to process these new revelations.
The globit could feel the stern gaze on its back. It waited until Trowa was done petting it before stretching it's wings and flying away to join the swarm. "They're… fascinating. And you only see them out here. They won't go into the city." Trowa sighed as his new friend left them. He looked out at the User and couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips as he watched Duo flail around happily.
"They lift everyone's mood…" For a brief moment the exhausting details from the day disappeared along with all the aches and pains, leaving Trowa to sit in peaceful silence.
When the globit left Trowa's finger Heero was left with nothing to look at but the other program himself. As Trowa smiled and spoke about the pulsating, glowing little creatures he became automatically transfixed by the shifting expressions on the normally serious-looking Runner. And then Trowa smiled, and Heero found himself stunned by the rare treat that was such a peaceful, happy expression. It felt as it a needle had been forced deep into the center of his chest. What magnetism that had been between them before reactivated and Heero couldn't stop himself from drawing closer to him.
Trowa was right. His mood was lifting. He pushed all of his precious thoughts about directives and function aside. Heero decided that his directive was the Gate and the Gatekeeper, not the Runner. Trowa wasn't his enemy. How could he be? He had taken care of him and comforted him when he had needed it most. He didn't know what this strange connection with the Runner was, and he didn't care anymore. He concluded that his entire existence had been his directive, and now that he had finally come to know another program and a User he yearned for something other than a business connection with someone. Even in this desolate place, and even after all of the shitty things that had happened to them that day, he was still glad that he wasn't alone and he would do it all over again if it meant that he could see that smile illuminate the way it just did. Just one more time.
Unrestrained, Heero reached out a hand and caressed the discolor of the surface flaw along his jawline.
The gentle touch coaxed Trowa out of his thoughts. He pulled his eyes away from the sparkling sky and turned to look at the program sitting next to him. Heero's finger lingered on his face, hesitant at first before it moved across his jawline and to his cheek, taking in every detail as it explored.
Trowa sat transfixed, green eyes searching dark blue ones, seeking answers to all the questions that swam around in his head. Why did his body come to life whenever the other program was near? Did he really need to know? Did it even matter at this point? Heero's finger slid to his lips, tracing the bottom one first and then the top until they parted slightly. The digital pulse raced in Trowa's body at an uncontrollable speed, despite his fatigue.
He may not have all the answers to the questions that surrounded their unusual relationship, but he knew one thing for certain. He was done denying Heero.
Heero expected Trowa to turn away from him like he had so many times before and refuse to look at him, so when the other program's mouth slackened under his touch and their eyes met he was taken aback. Finally he had a chance to explore Trowa's face and really take in the fine details of his features without having to resort to stolen glances or awkward exchanges. He tore his eyes away from the other program to check the User, who was still swirling and spinning around happily with the tidal wave of shining bugs. When he returned his gaze back to Trowa's he saw something he hadn't seen in them before. Acceptance.
Had Trowa accepted what Heero had? That their draw together was inevitable? Heero was drawn deep into the other program's cat-like stare, unable to pull away from it again. His thumb glided to the corner of Trowa's mouth, tracing the edge of his lower lip once more. What would those parted lips feel like against his own? He decided to find out.
He leaned in closer and claimed them.
Warm lips pressed against his own causing Trowa's eyelids to flutter shut. Their noses bumped together at first until Trowa tilt his head to the left, balancing their facial features so that their lips melded perfectly together. Heero's full bottom lip cupped his, and he felt the tip of a tongue curiously graze across it as it asked for entrance. Trowa opened his mouth in acceptance so Heero's tongue could slide in.
Heero's fingers parted as his hand cupped the side of Trowa's face, splaying across the fine angles of the other program's cheekbone and handsomely curved jaw. As Trowa's eyes closed against the kiss Heero attempted to do the same, but found the image of the softly lidded eyes in front of him too alluring. The pensive slope of Trowa's sleekly formed eyebrows vanished as his face fully relaxed and opened up to him under the kiss. His reaction was satisfying, and Heero finally let his own eyes close so that he could appreciate the other small details of the other program. The feel of his gradually parting lips against his own, the smoothness of Trowa's lower lip as his tongue passed over it and into his mouth, and the momentary sharp edge of the other program's lower teeth as he probed deeper inside him. He finally met Trowa's tongue in the sweet-tasting, tantalizingly warm cavern of his mouth. The moment his tongue lapped across the other his shoulders and jaw began to tingle as if the circuitry of their bodies had finally connected and their energy could pass around full circle.
Trowa jerked forward at the sensation, pressing harder against Heero's mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance and a low moan coiled in his throat when he finally submitted to his partner. Reaching up blindly, his hand bumped against Heero's shoulder before coming to rest on the base of his warm neck. Trowa pulled his tongue away so he could take Heero's lower lip between his teeth and tug gently, his actions suddenly needy, his mind fogged with lust.
Heero reflexively gasped as Trowa nipped and tugged his lip. He felt the vibration of Trowa's moan as it passed into his mouth and the sensation caused his eyes to snap open in surprise. The other program's cool, slender fingers delved deeply into the hair at the base of his neck and forced a groan of pleasure from Heero. The sudden escalation was welcomed. He remembered the last time Trowa had slid his fingers through his hair the action had been accompanied by a tug. He wondered about Trowa's last hot, formed hardness and could vividly remember the taller pilot rubbing it firmly against his thigh.
Heero had no sexual experience to speak of. Having only completed his compilation a month before and with being so focused on his function and directive, he hadn't had time to explore such things. However, every since the emergence of the Runner all he wanted to do was touch and be touched. Even without experience he could tell what Trowa wanted, what he yearned for.
As their kiss grew more in fervor his mind began to pop and explode with images and potential scenarios. He saw himself naked, hands filled with Trowa's hips, fucking him from behind while he moaned and twisted on his hands and knees. Heero could almost feel his flesh yield beneath his hands as he guided him backwards with each inward thrust.
He groaned again against Trowa's mouth as his mind swam with graphic imaginings, all of which included him joining together in one way or another with the Runner. He wanted him. He wanted to feel his body pinned beneath his own, twitching and tense with pleasure. He wanted to make that daydream a reality.
With one hand still lightly pressed against Trowa's cheek he let his free hand roam down the center of the other program's tightly muscled body, appreciating the firm and tense muscles beneath the pliable clingy fabric of the black light suit. His palm slipped across his abdomen, fingers curling and tracing the raised curves and lines of his stomach, his waist, his hips and then finally molded and cupped against the center of Trowa's desire.
Hips rocked instinctively forward to meet Heero's touch. Trowa was getting caught up in the moment and his body was screaming to go further, drowning out his mind. His lips trembled against the other program's as he fought desperately to keep control. He was rapidly losing the battle.
"Heero…" The lusty, deep moan sounded almost like a plea as Trowa rocked his hips forward again, emphasizing his longing. He was practically begging the other to take him. I want him so badly... What has gotten into me?
Trowa moaning his name was like a finger firmly squeezing a trigger. It forced a shot of liquid heat through his core and stimulated every cell in his body. He couldn't recall a time before now that he had heard his name spoken by the other program, let alone uttered in such a lusty, sexy voice. The entire world around them seemed to melt away until there was nothing left but their two bodies pulling closer together. Heero's hands snapped up to grab Trowa's shoulders and without hesitation he started to push the other program backward when a voice spoke up cheerfully from behind them.
"Heh, check these things out! Look! Guys?" Duo was approaching the cave with his arms outstretched on either side of his body. Softly buzzing, yellow globits were strewn across his raised arms and shoulders like christmas lights. "I think they like me!"
Heero's eyes widened and he immediately snapped out of it and pulled away from Trowa and returned to the seated position he had been in before. He rubbed the side of his neck and cleared his throat in an attempt to ward off the heavy cloak of awkwardness that had settled over his shoulders.
"D'ya think I can keep one of these as a pet?" Duo asked with a grin as he drew nearer. "You think it could live back in my world?"
"No." Trowa said sharply, straightening up and stretching his legs out in front of him. "It probably wouldn't be a good idea…to take one back with you." He clarified awkwardly as he rubbed his knee, hand trembling slightly.
One of the globits flew off Duo' shoulder and made it's way over to Trowa, curiously landing on his arm. Trowa brought his finger up to pet it, wondering if it was the same creature from before.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Duo said with a frown as he studied his new little friends. "Sorry guys. Looks like you're gonna have to stay here in bleak and darkland." As he shrugged his shoulders the little bugs took to flight and vanished into the sky.
Duo slapped his hands together and meandered over to take a seat beside Heero. He rubbed the back of his head and yawned. "So maybe this place isn't ENTIRELY fucking terrible," he said more to himself than to anyone else. He stretched his arms over his head and flopped onto his back. As he did he immediately regretted it as his disc jammed hard into his upper back. He rolled over onto his side and grumbled about the 'stupid disc' before adding loudly, "if ya'll are gonna fuck, try not to wake me up, okay?"
Heero's jaw dropped and his face erupted with embarrassed heat. He reflexively crossed his arms over his chest and with a frown stood up and started to walk away. "I'll take first watch," he said flatly as he strode through the gently floating swarm of globits to a pile of rocks nearby. As he passed through the fluffy, bright glowing balls they began to attach themselves to his shoulders and hair like little stubborn pieces of lint, and by the time he had climbed up onto the rock and taken a seat his shoulders and arms were thickly speckled with them. He didn't bother to swat them away and simply fell into a sulk with his back having the outcrop, his dark prussian eyes fixated on the distant, dimly violet horizon in the direction they had come from the camp.
Trowa watched the shorter program walk away before turning to Duo with a glare.
"Did you really need to say that?" Was it that obvious there was something going on between them?
Duo smirked and chuckled before replying, "I didn't mean anything mean by it. I was just sayin' I am okay with it. Don't get your power cord in a twist," he said as he shifted his weight around. "Sorry. How are you doin' anyway? … that guy didn't hurt you too bad, did he?"
"I'm okay. Heero came in and… rescued me just in time." Trowa looked out into the distance, his gaze searching through the dark for the other program. He brought his still slightly trembling hands to his lap and let them rest there, exhaustion finally taking hold of his system.
"Is it that obvious?" Trowa asked softly. "That there's something between us? I don't know what it is. Its…. Not something I've experienced before."
Duo sighed, rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up onto his elbows. His grin answered Trowa's question, but he elaborated with a, "yeah, it's fuckin' obvious. You guys have been pinin' for one another since we left Tron City. Dude was checkin' you out the whole walk out of Arjia, too. So what if you think he's hot? I mean… I'd hit it."
He chuckled at the expression from Trowa that the comment won him. He shook his head and shrugged a shoulder playfully. "He's a little too serious, though, and if he calls me "USER" one more time I'm going to punch him in the throat."
Duo crossed his legs at the ankle and sighed as he followed Trowa's gaze out to the globit-covered program moping on the rocks.
"I dunno. You guys seem to get along pretty good. Something weird, though, you guys were both guards, right? You fight alike, and you have the same markings. I mean, given all that stuff, you guys have a lot in common, huh?"
"It seems that we do. I just don't know why I haven't seen him before… He was checking me out?" Trowa wasn't certain what that meant. He gave Duo a questioning look, tilting his head slightly so he could peak both of his green eyes out from under his bangs.
Duo laughed. "Yeah, you know… eyein' your goods? Scannin' your backdoor..." He scrunched his nose and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Trowa. "I mean, I was too, you've got it goin' on back there, lemme tell ya. This place has its problems, but you programs saunterin' around in these tight little suits is definitely not one of them."
Trowa blinked before a rare and rather loud laugh erupted from his mouth. In his extremely exhausted state Duo's comments sounded absurd. "I guess…" He propped his elbow on his thigh and dropped his face down into his hand, smiling against it. His shoulders rose and fell as the last few chuckles racked his body.
"I'm glad there's at least one thing you enjoy about the Grid." Trowa ran the hand through his messy hair, brushing his bangs away from his face momentarily. He looked up at the sky and noticed the globit swarm was slowly drifting further out.
Duo smiled brightly at Trowa's laugh. It was nice to see the guy acting normal for once.
"Yeah, well, the light cycles WOULD be at the top of my list, except you guys are being turdnurglers and keep makin' me walk everywhere… oi, my legs are like lead…" Duo said as he thumped his heels against the ground. He yawned loudly again and flopped back down to lie on his side. "I'm beat. I would take a watch shift, but I'll be honest with you, I get bored easily and I'd probably fall asleep…" he closed his eyes and yawned again. "How much further did you say it was?"
"We'll reach the hideout in a few days…" Trowa lay on his side and glanced across the space to look at the User. "You've seen the terrain out here. A light cycle wouldn't last long." He tucked his elbow under his head and closed his eyes.
"Yeah, but I can't help but feel disappointed, ya know? Been… " he yawned again and curled his legs up against his torso, "been wanting to ride one of those since I read about 'em. Hey, you think I'll be able to ride one before we leave here? Just once?" Duo sighed and closed his own eyes, feeling completely drained.
"I'll lend you mine as soon as we find flat terrain." Trowa promised, figuring the User deserved to have a little fun. Maybe tomorrow. If Duo replied to his comment, Trowa didn't know. His system shut down and he was out for the next few hours.
There was nothing much to look at when it came to The Grid. The Outlands were especially bleak and barren compared to the glowing towers and spires of the Tron System's central cities. Heero had watched the swarm of globits vanish into the black beyond and soon found himself studying what little variants in the craggy, rocky terrain in front of him.
He was tired. The effects of the energy drinks long since gone, he now found himself trying to force his tired eyes to focus with heavy, hard blinks and as his mind began to zone out he started thinking about the passionate kiss with Trowa. His fingers automatically ghosted over his own lips at the thought. He could still feel the residual tingle that the exchange had left there.
It was obvious that something was happening to him, and the closer he was to the other program - the more they touched - the more peculiar and unusual he began to feel. He felt… alive. He didn't even know what that word meant, necessarily. Users lived. Programs existed. However, whenever he was around Trowa he felt empowered. He felt unique, and vibrant and energized. Before, he had felt like his existence was monotonous, repetitive and pointless. He wasn't comfortable with who he was and what his function was, mostly because of his concerns about what would happen after he completed his directive.
Once I destroy the Gate… what happens to me? He was created for a specific purpose, and for that purpose alone. The thought had risen before, but he hadn't really considered it until now. His recent reflections on the ISO Radia and her teachings brought with them a change of heart in Heero, but a change he couldn't fully embrace or accept.
"I need to stop fucking around," he mumbled to himself as he rand his hand through his hair irritably. "I need to do my job."
He spent the next few hours turning ideas over in his head, working them out and analyzing them. At the end of the process he still had no answers for the most pressing of his questions. What do I want for myself? Could I live a life that satisfies those wants? Will they derez me when I am done performing this directive? Who is Trowa, and why does he make me feel this way?
Finally he could no longer bring himself to stare out at the vast nothingness of the Outlands. He pushed himself up to a stand and slowly made his way back to their makeshift camp. He saw Duo curled up on the ground, his braid held loosely in his fingers like a child clutching a toy for comfort. Trowa was lying across him him, facing his direction, sleeping on his side. He approached the Runner slowly, his eyes scanning his tightly muscled frame as he lie on the ground, marveling at how relaxed his normally tensed posture looked at rest. He paused to take in the image for a moment before inching closer. He didn't know how he should wake him up, and after their rather intense kiss he was almost scared to touch him, afraid he would spiral out of control again. Resisting the urge, he spoke quietly but firmly.
"Trowa."
"Is it my watch?" Trowa's eyes opened immediately, like a robot that never slept. His vision focused on the program hovering over him, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Heero looked like he was on the verge of passing out. "You need rest."
"We … need to talk," Heero said wearily. It was as good of a time as any, and with the User asleep they could have some privacy. Despite his low-powered state he had a lot he wanted to get off of his mind.
Trowa's eyes narrowed and he nodded, standing up. He followed Heero off to the rocky ledge on the right side of their makeshift camp. Trowa leaned against the cool wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "What did you want to talk about?"
Heero leaned against the wall beside him and stared out at the open, dull landscape he had been studying for hours before. "You and I both know we need to come to an… arrangement."
He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, blinking wearily. His voice was soft, and lacked its usual conviction. "I… feel like I need you."
"Need me?" Trowa wasn't sure how he felt about that. No one truly needed him, except Elios and those who sought the Runner. Right now Heero needed him to get back to Aether. "What type of arrangement do you seek?" He kept his gaze out on the dark horizon while he contemplated the other's words. What would happen after he delivered the other to the Aether guards? Would Heero stick around the hideout with the rest of them? That meant Trowa would continue seeing him.
"I-I don't know," Heero replied honestly, his voice glitching slightly. His head began to feel heavy, His chin slowly started to tilt down, his slightly closing eyes staring at a distant point at the ground. "All I know is that I've never felt this way about any program before, and that when I am near you I feel complete."
That confession startled Trowa and he looked over at Heero. This certainly complicates things. He was unsure of what exactly the other program wanted from him. Or where this conversation was going. "…What happened back there today, in Jalen's tent? Your eyes were red. You ripped his head off…"
Heero's eyes slid closed and he nodded his head weakly. "I don't know," he lied. "I … he deserved w-w-worse than what I d-d-did to him…" that was the truth.
Heero was powering down fast. His eyes snapped open and he forced his gaze to narrow back at the ground. "I could feel it. Everything… h-he did to you. Like an echo, every s-s-trike…"
In a way, Trowa felt violated by Heero's revelation. That meant the other knew everything Jalen had done to him. How is that even possible? "I don't understand." He shook his head and averted his gaze, eyes downcast in confusion.
"I don't either…" Heero sighed and ran a hand through his hair again, raking his fingers along his scalp to try and wake his system up. "I just did. I'm sorry… if I could stop this, I…"
Would he? He frowned and shook his head, stopping himself from finishing the sentiment. He didn't know what he was saying. As strange as this bond was with the stranger - the Runner - Heero was almost glad to have something actually happening to him for once. He felt like he was evolving into something else, improving, becoming more than he was before.
"W-when you feel pain, I f-feel it. When y-you're confused, I feel it too," he admitted quietly. "I woke up next to you f-f-feeling more aware and cognizant than I have e-e-ever felt my entire existence. I don't know w-what this means, Trowa… but I d-don't want it to stop."
"You need rest." Was Heero saying all this because he was at the brink of exhaustion? Or did he really mean it? Trowa wasn't sure he wanted this connection – whatever it was- to stop, either. He needed to talk to Elios. Maybe the other could help explain or define what was going on between the two programs.
"I… What arrangement do you want from me, Heero?" He had to ask, had to know what the other wanted.
Despite everything that logically told him not to, Heero had decided to act on his impulses.
"I want to... explore this w-with you," Heero said without looking up. "I don't w-w-want this to be awkward anymore. I want you to consent to … to me … " He was trying to find the right words to express himself, but for once he couldn't seem to figure out what to say. "Let m-me be close to you."
Ever since he could remember Trowa had carried around a residual sadness and sense of longing. No matter what Elios did to try and cheer him up, it always loomed, hanging over him like a grey cloud. He could never pinpoint the cause of these feelings, couldn't remember anything in his past that may have triggered it. All he knew was that he felt incomplete, and he longed for something he did not know. Trowa had come to believe he was just programmed that way, until Heero showed up. Whenever the other program was close, the residual feelings dissipated.
Because of this, Trowa knew he wanted to explore the connection with Heero further. He couldn't lie to himself anymore, couldn't keep pushing the other away because he didn't understand what was happening to them.
"Alright." Trowa consented softly.
As Trowa agreed Heero felt the tension that had been building up between them since they had first met began to evaporate and lift away. His shoulders rose as he was filled with a peculiar lightness he had never felt before.
"Thank you…" he murmured. He dropped his arms and pushed his body away from the wall and finally turned to face him. His tired eyes lifted from the ground to meet Trowa's, his deep blue glossy orbs appearing heavy lidded but thoughtful. He paused, unsure of what he should do. He decided not to think anymore, not about this. Now that he had Trowa's permission he was free to act on his emotions and do whatever he felt was right at the time, and right now he wanted to be close. He needed comfort, touch, warmth, and to feel like he was no longer alone. The feeling he had now didn't match the wonton, aggressive sensation he had earlier when they had kissed. This felt fragile, vulnerable and new.
He slid in front of the taller program, wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned his tired weight against him, turned his head and rested his cheek against his shoulder. As he hugged Trowa their chests pressed together and he felt the now familiar pulsating of energy transfer between them. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling, following the energy as it came from Trowa's body and trickled gradually across his chest and down his torso, filling the depleted stores within him with the golden warmth that he craved.
Trowa closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the shorter figure, burying his face in the soft brown hair at the top of Heero's head. After a few minutes he felt Heero's body slump forward as he went into hibernation mode. Trowa was content to stand there and support his partner, holding him firmly against his lithe body, their chests still connected so energy could flow out of his system and feed into Heero's. The warm tingling sensation caused him to sigh and he fought the urge to join the other in hibernation.
Their surroundings were quiet as the early hours of morning set in. Trowa lifted his head and looked out at the still horizon, the only sound disrupting the silence was the User's strange breathing while he slept a few feet away. He let his eyelids droop while his mind drifted.