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likealarkGramps was right about the meteor shower.
They sit on the roof of Green's apartment complex, fingers tangled, both their heads craned back to view the dark sky overhead. There's something unnerving about the scale of it: there are so many shooting stars, but they all seem so tiny. It's a silent affair, broken only by the sound of their breathing.
Green feels disoriented from staring up at the sky like this for so long. He feels like he might fall if Red's hand weren't there to anchor him.
"So? Make a wish," he prompts, as he has every time they've watched the sky together since they were children.
Sometimes Red would give him a straight answer; sometimes Green scoffed at it, sometimes Green tried to one-up it. As they got older Red would refuse to answer, saying it would never come true if he said it aloud. So when Red shakes his head this time, Green isn't surprised, even if he is a little disappointed.
The words aren't what he expects, though.
"I don't want anything," Red murmurs. "This is enough."
For a moment, all Green can do is watch the faint flicker of starlight reflected in Red's eyes.
"Yeah," he finally says. His voice sounds a little funny, but he knows Red won't say anything. Small kindnesses. "Yeah. You're right."
They sit on the roof of Green's apartment complex, fingers tangled, both their heads craned back to view the dark sky overhead. There's something unnerving about the scale of it: there are so many shooting stars, but they all seem so tiny. It's a silent affair, broken only by the sound of their breathing.
Green feels disoriented from staring up at the sky like this for so long. He feels like he might fall if Red's hand weren't there to anchor him.
"So? Make a wish," he prompts, as he has every time they've watched the sky together since they were children.
Sometimes Red would give him a straight answer; sometimes Green scoffed at it, sometimes Green tried to one-up it. As they got older Red would refuse to answer, saying it would never come true if he said it aloud. So when Red shakes his head this time, Green isn't surprised, even if he is a little disappointed.
The words aren't what he expects, though.
"I don't want anything," Red murmurs. "This is enough."
For a moment, all Green can do is watch the faint flicker of starlight reflected in Red's eyes.
"Yeah," he finally says. His voice sounds a little funny, but he knows Red won't say anything. Small kindnesses. "Yeah. You're right."
