It's more than just a warm body in bed. It's how he fits around me, twining his legs through mine. How he pulls me close to warm me, cold feet and all, after I've been up for water or to pee or just restlessly prowling on a sleepless night. It's the sight of him curled up, face scrunched in the pillow, making soft sighing noises in the early morning- halfway awake but still wanting to sleep.

It's more than somebody to watch movies with. I can rant and rail with anybody over stupid plot holes but nobody else can make me laugh while shaking their head and saying, "It's only a movie, Duo." It's the press of his thigh against mine and the way his arm curls around my back as we fit together on the small space just so. It's how he understands when I suddenly get up and leave because I can't take it when something bad happens to kids, and he knows I have to get away and plug my ears and hum something obnoxious. It's the way he always comes and finds me after and tells me it's over and safe to watch again.

It's more than having someone to share a place. It's all the little things we know about each other. How he likes parmesan on his popcorn and I like cinnamon in my pancakes. It's how he likes to fold clothes and I like to iron. It's a habit of always sleeping with the door closed and setting the heat at a constant 68 degrees. It's how Heero chants as he prowls the kitchen before we leave for extended trips, pulling plugs and checking burners, off-off-bake-off-off.

It's more than just sex too. It's how I know his body and he knows mine and it becomes a map of ways to pleasure. So when he moves this way, I know he needs that angle and we can go slow or quick because either is good. It's how climaxes are fantastic but just lying skin to skin, pulse to pulse can be pretty damn good too. And it's how he always seems to have that towel ready at the end, even though I never see one when we start.

It's more than just being comfortable with someone and knowing they have your back. It's the knowledge that he'll always have my back, and I'll always have his. And even when I mess up, he'll still be there saying I told you so. It's why I get up in the morning and go to bed at night and what moves me though the day. It's his love and respect, his sense of humor and honor and everything that defines Heero. And it's in his smile as he looks into my eyes, flicks me on the forehead and tells me, "There you go, you're thinking too much again."

And that's the key to us.