True to his word, Duo left that day, taking a flight to Europe and then beginning his journey. There was freedom in roaming, in knowing that he could go anywhere and not have to worry about being tracked by the enemy or attacked by a squadron of Leos, but there was more to it than that. He needed time to sort things out, to come to terms with what had happened between him and Heero, and hiking along country back roads gave him that.
When he had started out it was a bit of a forced march. If Quatre had not pushed him out of the nest that day, he would probably still be sitting there in Arabia... waiting. It was not like him to be such a wimp, but the way things had ended had really thrown him, knocked him down in the worst way. It was similar to the emptiness and displacement he had felt when Maxwell Orphanage was destroyed... only worse. He had not planned on giving his heart to Heero, but it sure felt like he had.
"I thought we could talk," Heero said as his eyes drifted down the long fall of unbound hair hanging over the tub's edge. "You're leaving. What else is there to say?" "Relena is important to the continued demilitarization of the Colonies and the Earth, and to the pacifist movement..." "Hey, if you've come here to lecture don't bother," Duo said, cutting him off and turning his back on Heero.
My notes: Another classic GW fic. It hasn't aged particularly well, but it's an iconic example of the genre, dripping with angst and smut, with the standard emotionless Heero and uber-emo Duo, coupled with an extremely entitled but well-meaning Zechs. Surprisingly, Relena isn’t the worst in this fic, which does make it stand out.