I straightened up a little, assuming a position similar to his. "We weren't meant to stay like this, were we," I commented, my eyes still downcast and watching the way the end of my braid circle lazily about, its weighted end like an anchor for my memories. "We're restless - heavy with a blues we can't shake." I lifted a hand and folded it under my cheek, leaning my face against my palm.
Out of my peripheral, I could sense Heero moving, shifting on his feet and readjusting the position of his arms. It reiterated what I just said - illustrated how impatient he was to get going, to be moving again. He really wasn't so different from me, even though so many people seemed to think we lived on totally opposite planets. Really, I couldn't ask for anyone who'd understand me better. There were some things I didn't even have to bother trying to explain to him because he already knew.
"I just want to find it - that deep kick, like when we were young," I went on, not realizing how stupid I probably sounded to him. "This isn't it - not here."
When Duo decides that he needs to rediscover himself, Heero is there to follow him for as long as it takes. If only Duo would notice that Heero had been there for him for much longer than he ever realized.
My notes: Is it physically even possible to dislike a fic where Heero and Duo street-rat it around Earth, getting tattoos and piercings and looking for deeper meaning before finding it in each other? No. No it is not.