Still Growing: The Not-So-Mini-Series Part 2
Capabilities

I didn't hear from Heero at all before the mission, and I was too far gone between my injured pride and my guilt that I just didn't have it in me to make the first contact. Why the hell did he have to push the issue?

At least I managed to get some sleep, even if it was only a few broken hours. I don't think I would have been able to think straight otherwise. I wasn't really sure I was going to as it was.

I met them at the dock at 0600 hours exactly and had to shake my head when I realized I was already slipping back into military mode. Some habits die hard. Heero's face was completely unreadable for the first time since the war, and Wufei looked fairly uncomfortable. I wondered if they had ridden together and I grinned outright when I imagined what that must have been like. It served to make Wufei even more uncomfortable, and since no one else seemed to be moving, I started heading towards our ship, tossing an amused comment over my shoulder about readiness and their lack of it. They followed me in silence, Wufei's a squeamish sort and Heero's as stony as it had ever been. I grinned more.

I should have cut them both some slack. There was this rattled, frayed feeling bouncing off of everything it came in contact with, but the mixture of knowing I was walking into a kill or be killed situation and the memory of yesterday didn't really leave me left with much courtesy.

I jumped into the captain's seat with no protests from my comrades. Again with the war terms. We were all excellent flyers, but I was the best, and in my current mood, I was more than willing to be fairly cocky about it. I was faintly surprised when it was Wufei who eventually slid into the co-pilots' seat and not Heero, but I let it slide right off me. Later I could think about just how much that hurt. I didn't have time for that at the moment. Instead, I just said, "No crew, eh? That means I can have a little fun. Let's see what this baby can do."

I could see the chiding remark playing at Wufei's lips, but he was still completely bewildered by his comrades' bizarre change in behavior and couldn't seem to voice it. I leered at him and realized that I probably looked pretty damn insane. I don't think most of their missions required this type of war face and Wufei had become pretty damned unaccustomed to seeing mine. It only served to amuse me more.

My hands flew over the panels as if I hadn't taken a three year vacation and fired up the engine. I imagined her preening - this particular ship was a girl - and listened to her satisfied purr. "Alright girl, ready to show them what we're made of?"

Maybe it led further claim to me being insane, but Wufei didn't seem startled by my talking to a ship anymore than he did to anything else I'd done and I mentally shrugged. I was willing to bet we had all talked to our Gundams, so maybe he understood this one little thing. I couldn't see Heero as he was strapped in behind me, and for a moment I wished I could see the look on his face as I cued everything up like I did this sort of thing every day. Then again, if the rest of this morning was any testament, he probably had that non-look pasted artfully across his face. I idly wondered if Wufei had thought we were body snatched by aliens.

Then the control panel flashed the approval to launch code and there wasn't any more time left to muse. "Hold on to your skirts," I fairly yelled, "It's going to be a wild ride."

I saw Wufei clutch at the armrests despite himself and then I tuned everything else out as I hit the thrusters and aimed her towards the ramp that would send us in the upward motion needed to bust into space with all the pizzazz I could manage. "Come on, baby, let's show 'em what we're made of."

I punched codes across the board with practiced ease and the jets roared. Adrenaline rushed through me as I realized just how much power this ship had and I went about putting it to good use.

As I held on tight, steadying the controls and guiding her up into space, I queried aloud, "She needs a name. Sector 4-42 just doesn't suit her." I chuckled, not really expecting an answer. As the ship shuttered through the atmosphere and into the thinning and eventual vacuum of space, I said at length, "I think I'll call her Geri."

I'd known a Spacer named Geri once. She was a sweet little thing with short cropped black hair and a damned mean temper when it came down to it. I remembered her cocky grin and feral glint to her green eyes and decided it was perfect. She'd died in a none too pleasant way and it felt good to immortalize her in a ship. She would have gotten a real kick out of it, even if the three people in the cabin were the only ones who'd ever know about it. She'd had a twisted sense of humor that way, and it only made me all the more fond of the powerful little ship I was piloting.

We dropped into zero-g and I thought Wufei was going to strangle himself trying to get out of the seat buckles so fast. It was obvious that we'd freaked him out a bit and I let him go without comment. Heero had unbuckled himself as well, but unlike Wufei he hadn't rushed and didn't look like he was going anywhere soon. He looked odd drifting just above the seat he'd occupied during take-off with that sullen look on his face.

Then I realized it. Now that we were in space, we had more than twenty-four hours until we made our destination. The ship was on auto-pilot, and though I was very tempted to use some flashy flying maneuvers to speed up the process, I was born a Spacer and I wasn't stupid enough to use precious fuel just to ease a tense situation.

'A tense situation that you created' the little voice in my head whispered, and I ignored it.

So here was the nature of the beast. I was stuck in a small ship with one man who was willing to flee the room to get away from me and another who looked like he could spend the remainder of the trip like a stone statue.

I repressed a sigh and decided to start with the former. The latter held complications that I just didn't think I could handle right then.

Leaving the pilot's deck put me a little more at ease, and I could feel the brashness of Shinigami slipping away leaving a very tired and worn Duo Maxwell.

I found him in the galley toying with a bulb of tea. I had a brief vision of Wufei calling ahead and making sure that the fridge was stocked with the stuff and I bit back the urge to laugh. I think I'd worried Wufei enough for one day.

It didn't really leave me with any room for conversation though, and I fished out a bulb of soda and queued the low-gravity setting before I turned to Wufei. "Umm..." How articulate I was. "Mind some company?"

Wufei shrugged jerkily and I wondered just how bad Heero and I had rattled him. I was trying to figure out just how to take up the proverbial ball of conversation when, to my surprise, it was Wufei who threw the ball first. "That was a very impressive liftoff, Maxwell. If I didn't know better, I'd think you did it on a regular basis."

I flushed a little and ducked my head. "It's like riding a bike, I guess."

The room fell silent again until I decided to try to pick the idle ball up again. "Sorry if I've seemed... out of sorts. This just brings back a lot of war memories."

He snorted. Always a good sign with Wufei. "Out of sorts is a serious understatement." But there was something in his face that told me he understood, and the next stretch of silence was more amiable, both of us nursing our bulbs.

When he picked up the ball again, I wished I had something sharp to pop the damn thing. "What happened between you two? I understand you being... 'out of sorts' after all this time, but Heero..." He cut off, and I think I caught the drift he was trying to blow my way. He didn't get like this anymore.

If I could have ran away right then, I think I would have, but your options are kind of limited on a ship in the middle of the stars, and I wasn't feeling quite so bad that I was ready to expel myself out into space just yet, so I exhaled slowly and floundered for where to begin, finally deciding to just cannonball my way into the shark infested waters. "Heero and I had a bit of a falling out."

"A bit?" He queried, and this time when I flushed, it went up into the roots of my hair.

"He didn't seem to think I was up for it. Said I didn't have it in me anymore." I shrugged, trying not to let anything more than I had to show through. "I showed him I was."

Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Showed him?"

You know, I really hate how he can do that. All he has to do is parrot my words back at me and I feel like I've been sucker punched.

"I gave him a little taste of what you've been seeing all morning. Only with all of it very pointedly directed at him." I knew was getting defensive again, but I couldn't help it. He pushed me. He should have known better.

Wufei was the one who did the sighing then, and he looked at me very seriously. "You realize we cannot do the mission with you two acting like you're the enemies, right?"

I looked away. Wufei always did have some sort of strange power to make you feel sorry for something you thought was right. "I know. Just... I have to give him some time. Hell, I need some time."

He frowned, an almost imperceptible thing, but he gave me a tight nod and went back to his bulb of tea like nothing had ever happened. I will never understand how he can do that.

I stretched the time out until lunch with little more to do than stare at my hands. Wufei was completely silent and when I deemed it a decent time to start making food, I almost cried with relief.

I made something simple, not trusting myself to try for anything complex, and finally the hour of doom was at hand. I set the plate of sandwiches on the table and did my best to stride to the cockpit. It came out more as a stilted march, but it would have to do. I blinked in surprise to find out he wasn't there. I girdled the proverbial loins once again and started looking. It's not like he had very many places to go. I thought about my earlier thought about launching out into hard vacuum and only managed to calm myself when I realized that there was at least one alarm that would have warned me of the depressurization cycle.

I found him in the room with the twin bed, and I tried for all I was worth to glare at him. It was more of a pathetic little pout, but he was ignoring me anyway, staring up at the starkly grey ceiling. "Heero," I said gently, and I saw him start to stir, but then his muscles turned all hard angles and I could see he was forcing himself not to respond.

"Heero," I called again as if I were completely unaffected. "I made sandwiches."

A twitch in his right eye.

I sighed very purposefully and strode up to him as if he had merely fallen asleep on the couch. "You know you can't sleep in here. I am not sharing a bed with Wufei when my lover also happens to be on the ship with me."

His frown deepened. If this kept up much longer, I was going to bash my head against the wall.

I gently touched his elbow and he pulled it back. More sighing. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

I could feel myself starting to get seriously irritated, and I knew where that was going to lead, so, catching him completely off-guard, I lifted him and that damned duffle bag of his and carried his ass down the corridor.

Thank god for the low gravity, otherwise I might have seriously hurt myself trying.

I thought he might try to fight me, and though he squirmed a bit, he didn't do anything that he thought might cause me to hurt myself. It's always a good thing to know you aren't completely hated.

I dumped him unceremoniously on the double bed in the other cabin and his eyebrows knit together. It was such a small motion, but for some reason, in the face of the last two days, it was so fucking adorable that I laughed outright. It only made him do it more, which served to make the laughing worse.

Apparently, laughing was too much to keep silent for, and he asked flatly, "Mind letting me in on the joke?"

You'd think this would upset me, but it just fit into the picture in my head so well that I just grinned so hard I thought my head would crack in half. "Why Heero," I said with no little amusement in my voice, "You're throwing a tantrum!"

And then I was peeling with laughter again.

"I am not..." He started, and to this day I don't know if it was the constant uproarious laughter coming from me or if it was the petulant tone of his voice that did it, but he suddenly found a smile and said softly, "I guess I am."

"Damn right you are!" I gasped between chuckles.

And things were better. Not perfect, and definitely not beyond the point of talking. I knew Heero better than that; we'd have a nice long talk about this later. But for now, he was willing to let my laughter lead him into the good mood and he grabbed my hand and tugged, imploring, "I could go for one of those sandwiches."

When we made our appearance in the galley, Wufei had this smug little smirk on his face. The bastard. Even so, I found myself matching it as I grabbed a sandwich and took a seat, patting the chair next to me for Heero. He took it with a smile of his own and dug in.

After lunch I did a post-launch check of the ship with Heero dogging my every step. I checked trajectories and alarms and seals all with his sharp eyes watching. I think he was trying to evaluate me, and it reminded me of his thinking I wasn't up for it. I was busy telling myself it wasn't worth it when he looked at me with something akin to pride in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Your piloting skills are still flawless."

I think I melted. I swooned and I don't think that's the reaction he expected because his eyes went a little wide and he pulled me in for a tight hug.

There's something that you have to understand. I've never seen Heero be proud of anyone - not even himself. It is not something easily won from him, and even without him saying it, just hearing it in his voice is enough to make my legs go weak. Couple that with fighting with him over the last twenty-four hours and I was more than ready for the much needed contact.

I gave in to the feel of his body against mine and kissed him long and deep. He returned it with a ferocity that made my knees go weak and I had to fight not to rip his clothes off right there in the cockpit. Things had been so tense between us that I craved that release, and he seemed to feel it, too.

He broke the kiss to nearly growl, "Bed. Now."

I barely had time to give my agreement before he was dragging me down the corridors to our room.

Our love-making was passionate and fierce, and it wasn't long before we found release. I slumped over into his waiting arms and wanted nothing more than to just lay there for the rest of the day, buy duty calls and all that, and before I allowed myself to get too comfortable, I pushed myself back up, much to Heero's disappointment.

He looked up at me. "Love?"

I grinned, ignoring the cold that was creeping over the skin that Heero had warmed. "We can't lie around all day. I still have a few things to check and we need to go over the mission parameters before we arrive."

He still looked uncertain, and I kissed him softly. When I pulled away, he ventured, "I thought we could talk."

I knew exactly where this would lead, and I just wasn't ready to go there yet. We'd never get anything done. "Later, love," and I left him frowning in my wake.

I took a hot shower, washing the sweat from my body. I'd needed that release, but to have it immediately followed by him wanting to talk just took some of the elation out of it. Him and his damned talking. It's not that I don't want to be open with Heero. He just makes such a big deal of everything. If he could just let this go for now... so much for wishful thinking.

I sighed, pulling on my clothes. He wasn't going to make this easy on me. I could feel my mood souring, and I headed for the galley in hopes of busing myself with cooking.

Heero was already there, and the soft murmuring I'd heard when I approached stopped abruptly when I entered the room. I looked to Heero in askance, but he just sat there. I tried to catch Wufei's eye, but he had his back to me, effectively taking my goal of distraction away from me by doing the cooking himself.

I seated myself across from Heero in the uncomfortable silence and waited for someone to say... anything. When it was obvious my two partners in crime weren't going to take up the poor battered ball of conversation, I hedged, "Anything I should know?"

Wufei stopped cold and Heero very deliberately did not meet my eyes. "Like?" Heero said softly, and I hadn't really been fishing for anything in particular, but now I had a feeling I should be.

Wufei put a little effort into continuing his cooking and said, "This is almost done. I figure we can talk about the mission while we eat."

I was pretty sure there was something else going on, but Heero still wouldn't meet my eyes, so I waited.

Wufei dished out something that looked like it came out of a Chinese Cuisine cookbook, but I couldn't tell you what it was if my life depended on it. It was sweet and sticky with noodles and a meat I identified as chicken. "Man, Wu, you never told me you were a chef!" He flushed slightly.

"Just something I picked up along the way."

I laughed. "Don't be modest, 'Fei. It's excellent." I emphasized this by taking another bite and exaggerating a moan of pleasure. It wasn't that exaggerated, though. It was damn good, whatever it was.

Heero looked like he was girdling his proverbial loins for something, but when he spoke, he just said, "Are you ready to discuss the mission?"

So I let them tell me about it. They told me about all the information we'd be gathering and how this was top secret and couldn't let on that we were Preventors until we had proof that there was illegal activity going on. They told me how they expected to have trouble with the company, and then they told me the important part. As I listened to the plan for infiltrating the building if it came to that, as it sounded like it would, I started to piece it together. They rallied on, neither of them looking at me as they took turns explaining the different actions that would be taken.

Heero and Wufei would enter the building from different points. Heero and Wufei would find the computer room and the lab. Heero and Wufei would extract the data and attempt not to get caught. Heero and Wufei would exit and meet at the rendezvous point that had been designated.

Heero and Wufei. There wasn't one god damned part in that whole thing that had to do with me outside of gathering information.

I felt the anger pull at me. I tried to hold it back when I bit out, "And what will I be doing while you two do all of the important work? Sit on my thumbs?"

More of that avoiding looking at me shit. I fucking hate that. Heero didn't seem to be able to spit out whatever he had to say, so it was Wufei who answered. "We need you for radio backup, in case something happens."

I stood, slamming my fists against the table. "Bullshit! I'm sure you two have heard of portable transmitters. Why the fuck am I not doing the job that Une sent me to do?"

I should have been ecstatic. I should have thanked the gods that I didn't have to see any action. I should have been relieved that I didn't have to worry about getting my ass shot.

I wasn't.

Heero actually had the balls to say, "It's more reliable to have someone on the outside, Duo."

"That's a god damned lie and you know it! I actually thought that I'd gotten through to you." I shook my head in disbelief, pissed to high hell and back. "I should have known better." I turned on Wufei then. "Does everyone think I'm a fucking invalid when it comes to field work?"

Wufei and Heero shared a significant look before Wufei finally looked me in the eyes and said, "We're just concerned with your safety."

I think he saw in my face that it was the wrong thing to say because he had the decency to blush and look to Heero for help.

Heero opened his mouth, but I cut him off with, "Don't you even fucking start with me, Yuy."

He floundered, a hundred different emotions running across his face and not one damn thing coming out of his mouth.

"I am going to go check the trajectories one last time and send our arrival time confirmation to the colony traffic control office, and when I get back, I damn well better have an equal part in this mission."

I didn't give them a chance to reply and just stalked off to the cockpit.

I was damn well livid. How could they do this to me? How could Heero do this to me? What the fuck had they discussed while I wasn't there? I wondered if Heero had convinced Wufei that I wasn't able to do the job, and that infuriated me so much, I punched the wall.

I shook my stinging hand and surveyed the damage I'd done. The steel wall had a healthy little impression of my knuckles in it, and I didn't know whether to laugh or scream. Concerned with my fucking safety. It told me a lot about what they thought of my skills. Not much, apparently.

I punched in a code that closed and locked the cockpit for sheer perversity. I doubted anyone would come after me anytime soon, especially if they knew what was good for them. I collapsed into the pilot seat, too emotionally exhausted to deal with much. I ran the damn trajectories and sent the message shooting off to Z4, a recent addition to the colonies, and just sat there. I didn't have anything with me to keep my mind occupied, and I ended up just checking and rechecking anything and everything the control panel would allow me to.

I was contemplating just sleeping in the damn chair when I timid knock came on the door.

"Nobody's home," I called out through gritted teeth.

To my surprise, it was Wufei and not Heero who answered from beyond the door. "I was looking for Duo, but I suppose Nobody will have to do."

I chuckled quite despite myself. Wufei must have felt damn guilty to try and joke with me. He was definitely the serious one in the group. Still, I wasn't prepared to deal with Heero just yet, so I bantered back, "He might be moved to speak, depending on who's looking."

"Just me, Duo. Heero's in the galley." I could hear the disquiet in his voice, and I had mercy on him. I had a feeling the mission plan wasn't his idea in the first place. I walked to the door and punched in the code and it slid open, revealing a very chagrined Wufei. He entered hesitantly and took a seat in the co-pilot chair, leaving the pilot's chair for me.

Once I sat, he wasted no time in speaking. "I'm sorry, Duo. Heero is just worried sick about you. He didn't want you on this mission to begin with."

I frowned. "He made that clear from day one. But I made sure to make it pretty damn clear myself that I was doing this and that I won't tolerate being treated like some damn incompetent fool."

"He doesn't think you're incompetent, he just..."

"Thinks I'm too far out to be able to do it?"

Wufei looked like he swallowed something sour, but he nodded slightly.

I raised my voice a little, quite despite myself. "And you agree?"

Wufei's eyes flashed towards the door, checking for Heero. "Yuy can be very persuading," was all he said.

I stood, throwing my hands up in the air. "I am perfectly fucking capable of doing this. He's acting like I'm throwing myself into a colony that's about to explode! This job isn't even a damn eighth of the danger we faced during the war. I can fucking do this, damn it." I said, half trying to convince myself.

Something in Wufei's eyes told me he agreed with me, and it soothed my indignation a little. "He's just worried," he persisted, and I sighed.

"I know he is. But if he keeps thinking I'm going to get myself killed, we're going to fail this mission. He doesn't trust my abilities, and that hurts." I shut up then, realizing what I'd just said.

Trust. That's what this was all about. Heero didn't trust me to watch his back like I trusted him, and it fucking rankled. I was infuriated, but under it all, it hurt that he didn't see me as his equal. If he didn't trust me now, when else didn't he trust me?

I flopped back down into the pilot seat and glanced at Wufei with weary eyes.

"Come to the galley when you're ready. We need to go over the new plan." And then he was gone.

Well, wasn't that just a slap in the face? Wufei trusted me more than my damn lover. What the hell did that say about the state of our relationship?

I waited a good ten minutes before heading to the galley, partly to try to cool my head and partly just to make Heero squirm. When I made my appearance, I was somewhat glad to see Wufei had stuck around. I just didn't feel like dealing with Heero by myself yet.

"What did you come up with?" I started, avoiding the awkwardness that had already settled in the room.

Heero still didn't seem like he was going to speak, but the sharp glare he got from Wufei pushed him to it. "Think you can handle navigating the air vent?"

My eyes bored into his, daring him to look away. "I don't think, Yuy, I know."

He flinched as if slapped and he did look away then. Wufei had pity on him and launched into the new plans, and I was pleased to find myself with an equal role after only the first revision. I wondered just how much of that was thanks to Wufei.

"Much better," I said, just to try to stir up a reaction in Heero, who had sat pretty expressionless through the explanation. It got one, but it was pretty lackluster. He merely flicked his eyes my way, his unease written plain as day in them.

I stood up like all was right with the world and just looked him. "If you don't start trusting me, we're going to find ourselves in a world of trouble." We all knew I wasn't just talking about the mission and he looked down at his hands, opening his mouth to say something, but I didn't let him. "Just think about it, Heero."

Then I pulled my disappearing act again.

I knew I was just making things worse for myself. I also knew that I couldn't avoid Heero forever, and that proved itself an hour later when he found me sitting on my bed, idly sketching Deathscythe as he'd looked just before the end of the second war. Not for the first time, I wished I still had him. If I did, I'd be floating out in space somewhere with my music blaring and my communication line turned resolutely off. Sketching him was a poor substitute.

He entered slowly, each step hesitant until he was just staring at me, a few feet from the bed. "What are you doing?" he ventured into the silence, and I just held up the sketch so he could see it.

"Drawing an old friend," I quipped.

He wavered, looking very unsure of himself. "Can we... can we talk?"

There was that damn question again. I was getting pretty sick of it. I pulled the pad back from his gaze and blocked in the scythe. "What's there to talk about?"

He let frustration win, and it bled into his voice. "You know damn well what we need to talk about. Why are you avoiding this?"

"I'm not avoiding the discussion. It's the fighting that will follow that I'm evading." I kept my voice level, just letting my pencil run across the page, adding the little details to my former mobile suit.

He traipsed around the bed and perched precariously on the edge of it, not really facing me. He was nervous, and it faintly resonated off of him, settling unease throughout the room. "I don't want to fight with you."

"But that's exactly what will happen, isn't it?" I said it almost cheerily, sharpening the edges of my pencil beam saber.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and his eyes were pained. "Why does it have to be this way?" He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them.

"You don't trust me." I think I even shocked myself with the vehemence that dripped from my words. I'd been going for nonchalance. I missed that mark by a good mile.

His hand pushed my sketch book down and I glared at him. "I do trust you, Duo. I always have."

"Don't lie to yourself, soldier boy. You don't trust me to watch your back, and you've made that glaringly obvious."

"No, it's just... I'm..."

"Worried about me?" He gave me a tight nod. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I really didn't want to be having this conversation, and I could feel a tension headache coming on. "Heero, if you trusted me to do my job, you wouldn't be worried about me."

He chewed on that for a minute and shocked me when he came back with, "You mean you don't worry when I go on assignment?"

Touché, Heero. "Of course I worry... it's just..." I searched for the words and came up blank.

It was his turn to finish the sentence. "Different?" He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Yes."

"How? You're allowed to worry and I'm not?"

"Yes. No. ...Maybe." I threw my hands up in exasperation. "I worry about you all the time, but I don't keep you from doing your job. I worry something will happen to you, but I trust you enough to know what the hell you're doing. I don't want you putting yourself in danger, but I acknowledge that you're capable of getting yourself out of it." I collapsed back, leaning against the wall. "I just wished you trusted me to know my own capabilities."

His fingers sought mine and we just stayed like that for a long time, me thinking and Heero watching me, not coming closer, but not breaking the small contact we had. After what seemed like an eternity, he said quite simply, "Okay."

I think my eyes just about popped out of my head. It wasn't at all what I expected from him. "What?"

"I'll trust you to know your limits." His gaze turned piercing. "But you have to promise me you'll get the hell out of there if you have any doubts."

I was tempted to tell him I already did, but this was the outcome I had wanted, wasn't it? I'd be damned if I would give him a reason to doubt me now. Instead, I squeezed his hand and said, "I won't let myself get in over my head."

If he saw it for the evasion it was, he didn't let on. He crawled all the way into bed and pulled me down with him to hold me. I let him, his body warming my chilled skin.

"I told you I didn't want to fight with you," he murmured into my hair.

I had to admit, it wasn't how I'd envisioned that conversation going. I guess a little bit of me still hadn't forgotten the old fights. Even after all this time, the ghost of our first attempt still haunted me. I held him close, lost in memories long past.

"I didn't know you could draw." I must have jumped because he chuckled lightly and ran his fingers down my back. "Sorry love, I didn't mean to startle you."

"I dabble in it here and there."

"You're pretty talented."

I didn't really know where he was going with this, so I just mumbled an embarrassed, "Thanks."

More silence, and then, "Do you think you could draw Wing for me?"

I smiled into his shirt. "Feeling nostalgic?"

"Not really. I just don't have anything left of it. That suit was the thing that brought us together, and I guess I'd like to hold on to that." His voice was thick with remembrance.

I thought about that for a minute. I had a hell of a lot of memories of that suit. I felt a little guilty, thinking about the bad times while he thought about the good. Just because things had fallen apart in the end didn't mean everything about our first attempt was bad. Thing had been great in the beginning.

"I think I can do that for you." He smiled into my hair.

"Thank you."

We just laid there tangled together for the rest of the night.

TBC...

 

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