He pulled himself closer to the surface, and rested his face against the top of the desk. The light from the window threw the small, nearly invisible divots and mars into sharp relief. He traced a line of engraved script with an idle fingertip. Heero's signature. He so rarely wrote in cursive, and the name was bold, and strong enough to penetrate the paper and the resilient surface of the desk -- and leave a lasting impression.

Of course, if he thought about it rationally, that's exactly what the man had done to his life as well; he'd seen it from a different perspective, offered something that hadn't been considered before, and left him different than he'd been. Enough that, despite some of their earlier troubles, they'd managed to find common ground between them. And once that space had been found, Duo had been amazed at how quickly a small handful of shared interests and experiences had expanded to become his entire universe. He wondered if it had been the same for Heero...